When I was twenty-two I owned, and proudly wore, a burgundy coloured pirate shirt. It had puffy sleeves, a long v-neck with laces, and — if I let it — it hung to my knees.
It was awesome. I had a crazed wardrobe back then. There was a store in The Rideau Centre — the downtown-Ottawa mall — that sold patterned silk dress shirts imported from Lebanon. I think it was 3 for $12. They lasted a week or two, but then the collar or the cuffs, or anywhere they was a button, would start to roll up until there was nothing you could do to keep your belly from showing.
I tried washing one and the sleeves, just the sleeves, shrank, so the cuffs were halfway to my elbows.
And the colour schemes were just nuts. I can remember one that was fourteen different shades of brown in irregular circles, all roughly 2-inches in diameter. I only managed to get to the store a couple of times before it disappeared but, still, that was at least six shirts.
The thing was, every time I went out looking for clothes, I would have been just looking to buy a few black T-shirts. But, because I was on Social Assistance and my total income after rent was barely $120 / month, I’d get to the mall and panic… I only had X-amount of bucks, so I’d convince myself I should get the best deal in that moment. Which was generally 3 of whatever for less than $15.
I’d walk around the Rideau Centre for an hour or two, comparing every deal against every other deal.
Which makes the purchase of the pirate shirt all the more weird. At the time I was living near the Russian embassy in the huge basement apartment of an old ten-storey building with a childhood friend and a gajillion cockroaches.
My friend, lets call him “Jay”, was a multiple cultural pioneer. We both worked at the University of Ottawa community radio station — I worked as a producer for their drive show, and he had a weekly four-hour show featuring all that was new in Industrial Music. Stuff like KMFDM, Ministry, Lords of Acid, Nine Inch Nails, Vampire Rodents, My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult… basically anything with a mouse-heart-on-meth back beat [all YouTube links are SFW].
Jay and his parents had also been involved with computers since the early-1980’s, mostly through a popular software and gaming store, but really mostly because they were some of the original gaming software pirates. If you lived in Ontario or Quebec during the 80’s, and played a hacked version of a PC, Vic20 or C64 game, you were probably playing their product.
So it made sense Jay would also be one of the very first people in Canada to have a modem.
Ottawa was the first city outside the US to get hooked up to the Internet and, weirdly enough, our basement became one of the first residences in Canada to get hooked up to the National Capital FreeNet, which was run out of Carelton University. We had online access the first or second month the service was available in Canada.
So… I was one of the first people on Earth to get to see Internet porn. Of course, it took fifteen minutes to download a single photo so, really, it was pretty useless. But you could definitely see future applications for the technology after the fifteen minutes were up.
This was also about the time when I cut my hair into a ginormous mohawk — which I doubt I’d have had the nuts to do if I hadn’t been living with Jase, who mostly had black dreadlocks since the nineties started.
I never coloured it, but my mohawk was roughly eight inches long and four inches wide. Which was nuts because I was dating a Jehovah’s Witness escapee at the time, and the craziest thing I remember her wearing were the friendship bracelets she made. She even wore the band T-shirts I bought her tucked into her pleated shorts.
Thankfully she stayed with me during this period because I did love her, and she was spectacularly hot. Also thankfully her father never pulled a gun on me, despite me showing up for Sunday dinner over and over again wearing a pirate shirt and a massive shaggy mohawk.
Jay was also a revolutionary in the field of body piercings and pirate shirts, in that on the day he had his nipples pierced he bought a black pirate shirt so they wouldn’t chafe — later on he was also a pioneer in wearing skirts because of multiple genital piercings.
Which, thank God, I never did. But I did find out where he bought his pirate shirt, and I did head downtown immediately to get one of my own. It was surprisingly cheap, but I think I would have bought one regardless. I almost bought a black one, but then we’d be some kind of weird team of bad-hair industrial pirate punks.
Which we kind of were.
…anyway, I just wanted to write something non-grave related, and this is what popped into my head.
…Jase and I split up after six months. We still owe the landlord two months rent, which we refused to pay because he wasn’t taking the cockroach situation seriously. I was killing sixty of them every night before turning off the lights and going to bed. After a while Jay stopped cleaning the roach carcasses off his wall, he was leaving them there “as a warning to the others”. It didn’t work.
I spent the next few years trying to clean myself up, mostly in an attempt to keep my girlfriend from dumping me. I cut my hair, tried to find non-print shirts to wear, I found non-roach infested apartments. Didn’t work, I was just always too bipolar for her.
Meanwhile, Jay went on to rewrite the rule books of one of the most popular roleplaying games of all time. He ended up publishing about a dozen books through them. He was also one of the original hackers. He got into a lot of trouble a few years ago for doing something stupid, so now he’s banned from the Internet.
My pirate shirt survived another eight years. But, as I was moving out of a shared apartment, my idiot roommate mistook a garbage bag full of clean clothes for actual garbage, and tossed it out.
The girl I was in love with back in 1992 dumped me eighteen months later, when I had a relatively normal haircut. She contacted me through Facebook two years ago to apologize. She has a little girl who looks just like her mom, and a husband who looks a lot like me.
I don’t know what happened to the cockroaches, but I assume they’ve turned Jay into a cautionary tale for their kids.
I fixated on the first paragraph; it reminded me immediately of Seinfeld’s puffy shirt episode.
I’d almost forgotten there was ever a time when the Internet wasn’t worldwide. Or when there wasn’t any Internet. Amazing what’s transpired in my lifetime. Gawd I feel old …
Mine didn’t have ruffles, but other than that, yes, I wore Seinfeld’s pirate shirt before it was cool to wear Seinfeld’s pirate shirt.
Back in the day the Internet was a regional thing set up around American universities or colleges. So, back in 1984, Cleveland had the first ever FreeNet, set up through Case Western Reserve University. Then in 1992, Ottawa became the first city outside the United States to get hooked up, and they did it through Carleton University.
Back in 1998 / 2000 / 01, because it was determined the Net was becoming too congested with commercial traffic, there were several university projects underway to rebuild the Internet using the same roll out technique as the FreeNet model, and return the Net back to the scientific machine it was kind of meant to be, they were collectively known as “the Internet 2 Project”. The most successful of which was the ‘Abilene Project’, run by the University Corporation for Advanced Internet Development, which promised universities and affiliates a dedicated network capable of 10 Gbit/s.
Abilene is up and running, and kept separate from the Internet we’re using…
I just love your storytelling ability and your sense of humour. The image of the concert shirts and pleated shorts, and the cockroach warning to others is perfect.
Thank you Finola. Until ‘the purge’ I had a photo of her wearing red, pleated shorts — the kind that sat on the navel, and landed just above the knees — a brown belt and a black Cult tour shirt from a concert I took her to… The Cult and Lenny Kravitz at the Civic Centre in Ottawa. Ah-door-able.
Eventually she got better…
This made me smile. I’ve always wanted a pirate shirt but all I have is a sailor shirt, a GIRLY sailor shirt. Meh. And ugh, roaches never learn.
Better watch your back when you talk about mouses though, clean mouses or meth mouses…
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