I still have my Clerks hockey jersey.
Kevin Smith’s crude (in every sense of the word) comedy arrived just as I entered the video store world in late ’94.
Jump forward six months and I came into possession of said jersey, plus the movie’s soundtrack, thanks to nabbing first prize in a Miramax short film contest.
Our entry featured several Videoville employees and the world’s largest prop fly swatter.
While I never cashed big Hollywood checks like Smith, his film, and that jersey, remain touchstones to a glorious 15-year run of being paid to watch movies.
How sweet it was.