One day, Shelley and I were walking down the street in Berkeley, when we saw a large hat sitting there. A REALLY large hat. So we took it. We painted it black, draped it with some lace, and took it to House of Usher. We figured that goths wear hats and if we had a REALLY big hat, we would be REALLY gothic. We wanted everyone else to be REALLY gothic too, so we took pictures of 20 or 30 different people wearing The Hat. Some people were scared of it - people who are way too gothic don't have a sense of humor.
A few weeks later, Shelley and I took a road trip to L.A. to visit Vample, Dan & Scotty and brought The Hat. We stopped and photographed The Hat at every Denny's on I-5 along the way. We photographed everyone wearing The Hat. We photographed Dan's dog Ursa wearing The Hat. We photographed the waiter in the restaurant wearing the Hat.
You get the picture.
After being immortalized on film, The Hat needed a fitting ending. So we drove it to the beach and five black-clad people carrying a large black hat traipsed past all the sunbathers, set The Hat on fire, and cast the ashes out to sea.

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