My old ass jacket has been through it all countless seasons, late-night adventures, and more than a few rough patches. The once-crisp fabric is now soft and broken in, the color slightly faded, and the zippers a little stubborn, but that only adds to its charm. No matter how many new jackets I buy, this one always finds its way back into my rotation because it’s more than just clothing it’s a piece of my history. Worn, weathered, and full of memories, my old ass jacket proves that some things only get better with time.