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Sales finally ballooned for Bugle Boy when they released Countdown, their signature line of tight-fit zipper-coated parachute pants. That was eighty-four; a year later, I was born. Something new is always beginning.
U Can’t Touch This blew up when I turned five, but the clock on nylon pants was already quarter to midnight. The inventory was suddenly closet crud. Waste and a waste of warehouse space.
Enchantment ends suddenly.
I only remember their denim. While particles of dust loafed through the hazy yellow light, with clumsy child’s fingers I held the front flap of my indigo overalls close to my puffy morning eyes and fumbled the shoulder strap buckle.
BUGLE BOY was embossed the steel buttons, racing the inner circumference like Hot Wheels.
There was a last time I wore Bugle Boy. As there is a last time for all things.The whole brand scratched when I left junior high. I didn’t learn that for three decades. Analysts said the company didn’t innovate, and so it died.