RIP Winged Rat.
I’ve made a bad habit of spending New Years in New York. I think it’s time to change it up.
While shooting a FloRida show in Orlando some hype-man brought out “250k” in gold. It looked like $250 to me, but people freaked out. People are stupid.
I shot a LMAFO concert in Portland, Oregon once. From the stage I could see little kids doing the gnarliest stuff. Then I met granny and decided she was the life of the party.
Long ago I met a girl in a bar. She was dating my pal. Turned out she was a pornstar, so I published an interview with her. CLICK HERE TO READ IT.
In Denver I found a man. He was eating pizza, or sleeping, but probably both. He wasn’t camera friendly, but in the lobby of a hotel, no man is safe.
Down in New Orleans the rules are different. The women run the streets as men cower between the sheets.
Incase any of you are hard up for a lil’ Vegas lovin’, or just have a few minutes to kill and an unlimited phone plan.
Street art, it can be a cruel bastard. Even so, this thought was found attached to a new “street art” inspired public transportation ad in Salt Lake City. Intentionally hung in the very front seat.
Today, the average prepubescent boy watches japanese rape porn and german shit videos with mild indifference. There was a time though, not too long ago, where young men swapped ripped and soiled centerfolds between lockers, in-and-out of backpacks and behind connivence stores. In that era, that spanned the history of our kind, what couldn’t be seen left so much more to be desired. Today, imagine stops at the search bar.
As America swings left in a movement of progression and tolerance we sometimes forget that pride was once a tangible ideal. I mark we wore proudly on tall chins and deeply guarded secrets. Today, any slut who sees a camera will stick a fake dick in her mouth, even if only in passing.
Last night, as the first flakes of Winter fell from an icy Chicago sky l was reminded of Summer and the troubled times I miss so much.
