My yellow monkey

In grade school, my favorite t-shirt was a bright yellow iron-on that had a picture of a cartoon monkey swinging from a coconut tree, and it said "Just monkeying around in Hawaii". I didn't get why it was funny, but I liked the shirt anyway because the cotton was so soft. I wore my shirt to school, to the dentist's office, and even slept in it sometimes. Everywhere I went, my monkey shirt made me feel comfortable.

Eventually it started to get very thin in spots and had a few little holes here and there. I loved my shirt so much that I kept wearing it anyway. One day, my cousin's high school friend came over. He was a short, hairy white guy with an Oingo-boingo obsession. Well, he saw me wearing my raggedy yellow monkey t-shirt and said, "Here, let me help you with that" and he tore one of the smaller holes into a big one. I guess he thought it would be funny, but I didn't think so. So I hit him and ran away crying.