If the Volt Succeeds and/or saves Detroit and/or Hamtracht (or whatever), I will eat my shirt. Literally. Promise. You don’t have to trust me. I have to trust me. I’ll eat it. I’ll take my favorite shirt (Alex Cannon, brown, wide-cross), I will cry, and then I will cut it into little pieces and eat a part every night with my cheeseburger until it is gone. I swear on Jimi Hendrix’s Life. I’ll film it.

But it ain’t gonna succeed. And Detroit should pack up. Just like Obama.

Then it Taketh Away.

It is tough to find a decent brown shirt these days. That one was $125 list. I got it for $40 in the retail meltdown. I searched for it for 6 months. I would have to fall back on an inferior Calvin Klein.