The other day I was digging around in a drawer looking for a Jason Hanson rookie card when I pulled out this little mini pocket notebook from 2004. It traveled in my messenger bag when I was working at Seattle Legal 20 years ago. Perhaps I could write it down. Wrote it down. Writing it down. Writing it down again. Same shit, different decade.
Yesterday I was walking down the street when I saw a guy that got a t-shirt from me seven or eight years ago. But when he washed it, the paint washed out. So I made him another one. Same thing happened. I was dumbfounded. Making hundreds of t-shirts over the years, I never had that problem. It took me quite a while to figure out that the fixer I was using expired and wasn’t fixing anything I screened onto shirts. The fixer additive has a well-defined shelf life and then it becomes worthless. However, you can heat-set the paints into the shirts in the absence of a fixing agent, which is much more labor intensive, but it does the trick. I sort of explained the gist of it to this guy and asked what size shirt he wears, but I remembered he wanted the fish needs bicycle. Last night I made him another t-shirt and today I will be heat-setting the shit out of it and then hand-delivering it in a Tyvek® envelope. Third time's a charm.
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