The shirt remembers a decade you may not. Cartridges that needed to be blown on. Numbers dialed into phones bolted to walls. A Saturday at the mall with no plan and no time to leave.

The font is exactly the wrong font. The sparkle is exactly the wrong sparkle. The colors should not work, and somehow they do.

Something was happening in that decade that we have not been able to repeat. We are not sure what it was. The shirt is the closest we have come to naming it.

Wear it like you were there. It does not check ID.