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  • Jez van Ams
  • TT Melaniaweg 11
  • 1033 ST Amsterdam

Of course. It got completely out of hand and afterwards the whole thing was a huge inspiration. That wasn't the problem considering everything that had already happened to me. Big time. Well, I should've known. The name in itself should've explained it. But you know me, I'm Jez, the ignorant moody child of a African/Southern American beau.
It's hard to think of a good way to start this story. That morning this girl called Lottery, knocked on my door. I got out of bed, walked up to the door with dark clouds in my head, looked through the peek hole and saw a girl, completely dressed in white, white shoes included. She had make up on, yet didn't look feminine. I opened the door slowly, leaving the chain on. "Are you Jez, family of African Southern American John and Fred Flinstone's wife Wilma?" She asked. I considered closing the door but answered yes. "Can I come in please?".
I hesitated. My first reaction was not to trust her but on the other hand..... to have a sharp dressed girl called Lottery knocking on my door at 4:30 in the morning, felt comfortably and ok.
What did I know? So I released the chain and let her in. "Do you happen to have any T-shirts in your apartment? I haven't got one on underneath". I showed her my latest pile. She was kind enough to not wear them all. The sounds of the early morning filled the space between us.
"Have you ever heard of ...... SUPERSHIRT?" She asked. It rang no bells in my mind, but deep in my subconscious there was a moving twich.... SUPERSHIRT. Some people knew about it. I had heard rumours about it. But only 2 or 3 people on this planet were considered to understand it. SUPERSHIRT.... weird name though. But yeah, this is were it all started. That stupid, Friday, 4:30 in the morning. New shirts and coffee..... me in pyjamas and a girl dressed in white, with make up on. It all looked so simple back then.

 

  • Jez van Ams