Possessions #7 - My Bandanas.
Ever since I was little, my dad stressed the importance of carrying a bandana. I didn’t start listening to him until high school.
I remember in the middle of class one day, I was leaning on a table, talking to friends, and this Mexican kid came up and said “Damn, fool! Are you in a gang?” And I thought ‘Surely he must be joking. What would give him that idea?’ Turns out that in his mind, having a red bandana can only mean one thing, gangs.
Actually, I find it quite odd more guys don’t carry bandanas. Too sweaty? Use your bandana. Gotta blow your nose? Use your bandana. Someone’s bleeding? Use your bandana. Really, they’re never not useful.
Best of all, you can match them to your outfit. I have about 15 of them in various colors. I think I like this one most of all. I got it from my dad, and I haven’t seen one this color before.