San Francisco, CA
I’ve had this backpack for seven years. I got it while on a shopping spree at the Nike employee store. How I got a shopping spree at the Nike employee store is another story, one I don’t quite understand myself. But everybody I knew got a free pair of shoes that week.
The thing about the bag is it was never released. I say it’s a prototype, which is not exactly accurate. There were a couple of them at the employee store and that was it. Price tag: $200. More than I would ever pay for a fashion accessory, or it was. Recently I bought a scooter.
The thing about the bag is it falls apart and I take it to the shoe repair. Maybe that’s why the bag was never released. People don’t believe it’s Nike until I show them the swoosh just inside the leather strap. I have to get it stitched a couple times a year. I had a canvas liner installed inside the bag but soon the bag will be too busted to contain it. Still, I keep fixing it because every week someone comments on it and I’ve never had something like that before and I probably won’t again. I mean, no one has ever commented on my shirt or my pants or my shoes. I don’t have much style. I still wear white t-shirts and blue jeans almost every day, like I did in grammar school. Though maybe that will change as well. Recently I’ve been wearing grayish and dark blue t-shirts.
I didn’t realize this bag was so stylish, though now it seems obvious. It takes me a while to recognize beauty; that’s why, as a writer, I edit so compulsively.
Now I’m not sure what to do. The bag needs to be retired, or undergo a severe re-stitching. I’ve spent more than $200 on this free thing. I can’t afford to lose my keys and wallet. I shouldn’t use the bag for heavy things, like my computer and hard drives, but I do. I don’t have another one.