the past 30 hours.

-Pike Street, tonight.
-or, you know, don't.
-some fucker with an Afro and an omnipresent sack.
-money shot, yesterday. three different wedding parties were at Kerry Park, where I took this. the brides looked surly as they jostled for their turn with the skyline. i am so fucking glad I never had a wedding...
-her master's voice! actually, it's Sugarloaf. I popped the new stylus' cherry with "Bach Door Man/Chest Fever", because it's a fucking great song that reminds me of being 15 and sulky, and it was also the first LP I randomly grabbed.
-John Street.
-DUDE.
-HOLY SHIT, RIGHT? I about squealed! perhaps I did! I want to meet the creator of this fantastic vessel and give them a bruising hug.

I just ran into the grocery store across the street, 10 minutes before they closed. "Just a Gigolo" was playing. the checker guy had his mouth full. "you wanna cookie?" he asked, holding the container out. "David Lee Roth and free cookies!" I said. "this is amazing!" we then got into a conversation about David Lee Roth. we agreed that his version of "California Girls" is a very subpar cover.

also, the cookie was fucking delicious.