Blue Velvet

One night after a show at the Greek Theatre, I was cleaning up the front row of the orchestra pit and found a blue velvet Armani jacket. I figured the person who owned such a jacket, and who also could afford front-row seats to a concert, was probably rich enough to part with it. So, rather than turn it in to the lost and found, I took it home and sold it to my little brother for $50.

He still, to this day, reminds me of what a bad deal that was.