Sadly, the pants got to an unwearable point somewhere in my senior year. At that point, all the white threads had broken up to my pockets and the shorts that I wore under them had worn through too. I wore the hell out of those pants. I'll ask around and see if I can find a picture of me in them. I know there is a picture of me around pretending to hang Jesus-like on my friends garage. That was when I had my long hair and was skinny as fuck.

Ha! I've got a pair. I call 'em my "laundry warrior" pants.