I know what happens with free samples: you drop out, your tree house falls into gloomy disrepair like the Fall of the Secret Hideout of Usher, you wear army surplus jackets for some reason, and the girl you like begins holding hands with someone who has an Osmonds haircut.
Magdy Ashour was standing there in an army-surplus jacket, smiling.
Wearing a fitted army-surplus jacket, skinny black jeans, printed cotton scarf and a white T shirt, Kate always did casual better than anyone else.
"We're probably guilty of living up to the Constitution for the first time in the history of America, which is really something to say," Haggard says softly, looking a little battle-scarred in his Army-surplus jacket, black T-shirt, blue denim jeans and golden-brown ostrich boots.
Some of the problem, I am sure, was the way I dressed at the time: jeans, Converse sneakers and a surplus military jacket, with my hair pulled back in a bun and no make-up.
So you'd strip the plastic wrapping off when the pot-smoker cashier went to Armand's for a slice, because it had this little magnetic strip that would get the anti-theft thing going at the door... slip it in your surplus army jacket... and shove that damn tape into your walkman as fast as you could, when you were out of sight.
There are plenty of precedents, certainly, some dating from the advent of hippies, who didn't balk at combining multitiered prairie skirts with Army surplus field jackets, or circus-striped trousers with filmy Edwardian dressing gowns.
"Each winter walking the streets of different American cities," she wrote in her book about the war, Winners and Losers, "I used to look at the younger men in surplus army jackets, some with the patches I knew so well: the Americal, the Screaming Eagle, Tropic Lightning.
One evening, standing before its ominous expanse in my ice skates, with a wool cap pulled over my ears and a long scarf wound around my neck and crisscrossed over my chest beneath my blue Navy-surplus pea jacket, I left the shore.
The gates swing open from the inside and Darren Davies, the leader of a group of squatters occupying the derelict 48-acre site, stands in an army-surplus camouflage jacket.
