No, I'm out here because this isn't a "shirt" closet behind me. Hell, I don't even know exactly what's in there (it's not like I can open it) but I know it's not shirts. There's another closet where my owner Nick hangs his shirts. That's actually where I am most of the time.
What it boils down to is laziness on Nick's part. He came home the other night slightly buzzed and saw the hanger on the door and didn't feel like putting me officially away yet.
It's cool, though. I do alright by myself and I've been catching up with the dirty clothes hamper crowd. They're like "when's he gonna wash us?" And I'm like "your guess is as good as mine, y'all."
Anyway, that's why I'm hanging here. Cool green shirt out. Peace.
