used to roll with a soda gang called the schweppy boys. nowadays it's just me and the seltzer
if you ever serve me a caprese sandwich with grape or cherry tomatoes, i will find you in hell
someone is crocheting on the train today. fiber arts advocacy discourse is working
my old neighbor steve who moved out a couple weeks ago just called me and said, “this is your old neighbor steve. we were street brothers.”
old farts were talking about Mary Beard in front of the coffee shop at 7 am on a Saturday
we have to destroy and discard a monolithic sculpture (6.5’ tall block of chauvigny limestone w/ some carvings, balanced against itself) and it annoys me so much we can’t just dump it in a field or the woods to be a cool mystery
drove to work with the radio off, like an old person. fully engrossed in the life of the road. the rapt motorist
people are often saying that sliced bread is some great invention as if they're incapable of slicing their own damn bread. stop telling on yourselves, give me the loaf whole and let me decide when, where, and how it ought be cut.
They suspended me because they didn't want you to see this.
when you’re carrying something heavy down a shitty ramp and your feet start cramping up. not good
on the off chance that anyone knows someone in Nashville area who could use 3 flat files, I have 3 flat files. not in perfect condition due to decades of gallery use but completely functional, and i can deliver on friday. otherwise they get scrapped. FREE 47” wide, 35” front to back, 18” tall
