Eddy’s story,

I awoke upside-down, with a splitting headache and a toothless chimpanzee

grinning into my face. "WTF...?"

How I had become this things next meal was beyond me. To make matters worse, I was naked and he was wearing my jeans. My precious Antique Rivet jeans.

"Hey dude, seriously, am I on TV or something?" He just looked at me and

wiggled his butt. The jeans did look rather good on him, I must admit. Perhaps I could trade the jeans for my freedom... no I'd never. They look better on me.

-Eddy

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Eddy’s story was written

by Liz Colman,

Liz is a disenchanted law student from California. Her hobbies

include explaining complex and twisted dreams that no one but herself is

interested in, ignoring reality and

responsibility, living vicariously through trashy reality TV and scrabble.

Although the study of law can be tedious and full of pompous drivel, she finds that wading through mounds of case notes and briefs gives her a very active imagination.

Eric’s Story,

So I got hit by a truck and died yesterday. I'm waiting in line

to get into Heaven and this jerk at the Gate says: "Sorry, you

cannot wear jeans inside the Pearly Gates." I politely questioned

his judgment, but he still would not let me through.

Well, the Head Honcho upstairs must've been listening to our

conversation. He came down, whispered something in the

Gatekeeper dude's ear, and took off. The next thing I hear is,

"My sincere apologies. I did not realize these were

Antique Rivet. Please follow me."

"No worries," I said as I strolled in with a knowing smile.

"You are forgiven."

-Eric

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Eric’s story was written

by Michael Cameron,

Michael is a professional

coach who takes time off

only to do very important

things, like write stories

for jeans. He lives happily

in Hawaii with his wife

and dog, google.

Tom’s story,

Fail Gloriously

I suck at sports. In fact, I fail at just about any

activity I try. My friends laugh at me, though they say it's not my fault, that it's my genes. I talked to my parents but they couldn't help me. Figures.

Apparently you can't pick your genes. Well, you can pick your jeans, so I got myself a pair of Antique Rivet jeans. Yes, I still fail at most things, but I now fail gloriously.

-Tom

AR1024

Tom’s story was written

by Justin Ferraro,

Justin is an eskimo from the future. Maybe. Probably not. He enjoys writing, drawing, and making music, usually not at the same time. He wears pants and sometimes they are jeans. Some say he's more myth than man, or perhaps more mirage than manatee.

Andrew’s story;

In a city like New York, nobody notices a sleepwalker. It's always just another guy at the crack of dawn, staggering down the sidewalk, eyes glazed, muttering to himself.

That guy was often me. When I would come to, lost and confused, no idea where I was or how I got there, it was hard to even get someone to give me directions home. It was a problem.

I tried hypnosis. Didn’t work. I tried locking the door, but I kept finding the key. Then one night I fell asleep in my Antique Rivet jeans. When I woke up, I wasn't alone. A crowd had gathered, raving about my performance art. New Yorkers have seen it all, but they've never seen jeans like these.

-Andrew

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Andrew’s story was

written by Elya Ottenberg.

Elya is an actor,

filmmaker and award

winning writer living and working in Brooklyn, NY.

He has travelled all over the world and knows

how to say "Yo momma" in seventeen different

languages. After

hitchhiking to Florida in a basket as a baby, it was pretty much assured he could never settle for a normal job. So, thanks, Mom and Dad.