In retrospect, there’s something very discomforting about walking in downtown Milwaukee, past vagrants, while wearing a “Vagrant” t-shirt.
At the time of purchase the Vagrant roster was flippin’ sweet – The Get Up Kids, Saves the Day, The Anniversary. And, honestly, I still throw on “D in Detroit” and bounce around a bit, but I’ve more-or-less shook free of the pop-emo genre. Just in time, too. I didn’t take to New Found Glory, I was straight-up confused by At The Drive-In and nearly dodged the Dashboard bullet completely.
But there was a time, about ohhhhh, 8 years ago, when I thought the Vagrant label was da bomb. This was the point I would sit in a dorm, play Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, and listen to either Kid A or Very Emergency! after (or instead of) class everyday. I was also working at a coffeehouse so, necessarily, a t-shirt that declared my aptness to read Salinger and make sub-par espresso drinks was crucial.
About the actual shirt: Cherry red, medium-sized, with heavier cotton fabric, in really good shape… (it got taken out of rotation pretty fast, and red’s not really my color).