Levis is making limited jeans to suit your ass and your taste.
I remeber a simpler time when I used to wear my 501s down to the local fishing hole where I caught frogs and counted clouds. I'd saunter down the dirt road like the little scallywag I was with a piece of wheat in my mouth and a slingshot in my back pocket. Then me and my friends Pete and Ralph, and my dog Charles Worthington the 4th, well we'd swim the summer days away laughing and cavorting like a bunch of rascals. Especially Pete, the chubby one of the group, what a little scamp. We'd have a good ol time until Old Man Johnson would chase us away, but that didn't bother us much. See, back in them days we didn't have a care in the world and that's the way we liked it....
wait.... shit, sorry that's a Norman Rockwell painting, not a memory. Fuck.
Anywho, here's the greatest song ever written about jeans. JAY