I’m No Hero – I Did It For Jackie
I have seen some weird things in Buenos Aires, like a jungle man wearing a skirt made out of braided trash bags, or a Diana Ross flavored rice product, for example. But what I saw today at Starbucks was so weird, that I actually approached a young man (despite my fear of teenagers) and asked him if I could photograph his shirt.
He looked at me in total shock, and I was afraid that I had offended him, but as it turned out, he just couldn’t understand my accent. Typical.
So after someone translated for me, he let me take a picture. I asked him if he knew the story behind the picture on the shirt. He had no idea, which for me, made it even weirder that he was wearing it.
Where could you even buy a shirt like this?
Can anyone explain this to me?