When I was in 7th grade,
there was this guy that I had a crush on.

His name was Jamie, he was kind of a jerk, and he wore his Black Flag T-shirt a lot, but under another shirt. When it got warmer out, he just wore it. For like two weeks. That is, until one of the teachers came up with the completely unfounded, unresearched idea that it was racist. It's kinda sad when a teacher publicly squanders an opportunity to learn something. Anyway, the school made him take it off. The principal's office gave him a shirt that had daisies on it.

 

I later realized what a dope this Jamie guy was, but am still hooked on Henry Rollins and Black Flag. You never know what you're gonna learn, or from where.