Not that you'd care, but why are you even reading this, the night/day I lost that blanket, a Canadian chick in a tiny truck went driving down this old dirt road I was walking home for the scenery, she had a black manager shotgun, they were way out of their element. I didn't give a shit about a ride, but we made eye contact and there was some shit going on in our eyes, and this isn't a cautionary tale, she was good in bed on a personal level, and the man was arguing with his girlfriend and punching the carpet most of the night in the living room. We were laying in bed and he wouldn't shut the fuck up so, I said you wanna come along, he's gotta go. He was wearing my tophat that was a profound gift I'll never see again, I was naked and grabbed the wolf blanket in case you get pulled over, nudity probably isn't a good look. So I dumped him off and went back to bed, with the blanket. This is actually fucking documented here somewhere in the wayback machine, it wasn't iconic, it was a throw wolf blanket. When I came back, my buddy Jim who was always in the house was sitting in his underwear on the couch watching tv and pointed to bedroom. She thought I left and found him somewhere and he tucked her back in my bed with his giant marijuana leaf blanket. He died not long after that. But he tucked her away like a good pal. The wolf blanket wasn't a thing so it was lost to time, the marijuana blanket his mom took from me after he died. I get it it. All of his great worthless shit I still have, posters and clothes and medication, take your damn blanket. His mom was a nice lady, and his daughter, we held hands as they pulled the plug.