"I want to save for a car, but I want a pair of Red Monkey Jeans that cost $1,000. I'm going to get them."
A story that would be funny if it weren’t so tragic.
(I can relate to a young person’s fashion desires. The memory of that $20 (in 1973!) red T-shirt with “Rock ‘n Roll” in glitter still chafes. Much like the glitter itself.)

Can somebody tell me about Red Monkey Jeans? And why they cost more than most of the cars I’ve had?