![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Ode to an old friend
Jun. 14th, 2007 03:26 pmI got my leather jacket when I was fifteen. I was between foster families, living with some bloke I'd picked up as a free place to doss. I can't actually remember his name now. After a couple of weeks I got bored, decided to move on, and did his place over before I did. Took the jar of change he had on top of the fridge, a pack of smokes and his leather motorbike jacket.
That jacket became almost a second skin to me. I lived in it - not a metaphor, I actually did live in the thing when I was on the street. When I got sent to Xavier's, the jacket came too, after a good clean and mend. I stopped wearing it quite so much, but it stayed around, all the way through. When I went off the rails, it stayed behind in my wardrobe, and was waiting for me when I got brought back. It was about the only thing I kept with me, all that time.
When I took on the Snow Valley job, the jacket came too. Turned into a bit of a joke, us younger SV people having leather somethings, like the Trenchcoats and their thing. Came in handy a few times, not so much when I had to swim in a hurry. It survived all sorts of things, up until now.
There was a garbage bag of my clothes waiting for me when I got back from the clinic. Waiting for me to go through and grab my personal effects, that sort of thing. The jacket was in the bottom, poor old thing. Energy bolts don't do much for leather, and it's a bit hard to repair something being sliced up the middle of the back with a pair of industrial grade shears. I'd already tossed out the rest of my stuff, but the jacket... well, just couldn't part with it. However, all things must come to an end, and it's time to consign my old mate to the rubbish. I'll get a new one but just buying one... doesn't seem quite the same.
Time to move on, I suppose.
That jacket became almost a second skin to me. I lived in it - not a metaphor, I actually did live in the thing when I was on the street. When I got sent to Xavier's, the jacket came too, after a good clean and mend. I stopped wearing it quite so much, but it stayed around, all the way through. When I went off the rails, it stayed behind in my wardrobe, and was waiting for me when I got brought back. It was about the only thing I kept with me, all that time.
When I took on the Snow Valley job, the jacket came too. Turned into a bit of a joke, us younger SV people having leather somethings, like the Trenchcoats and their thing. Came in handy a few times, not so much when I had to swim in a hurry. It survived all sorts of things, up until now.
There was a garbage bag of my clothes waiting for me when I got back from the clinic. Waiting for me to go through and grab my personal effects, that sort of thing. The jacket was in the bottom, poor old thing. Energy bolts don't do much for leather, and it's a bit hard to repair something being sliced up the middle of the back with a pair of industrial grade shears. I'd already tossed out the rest of my stuff, but the jacket... well, just couldn't part with it. However, all things must come to an end, and it's time to consign my old mate to the rubbish. I'll get a new one but just buying one... doesn't seem quite the same.
Time to move on, I suppose.
