Sometimes I'd just rather sit in my apartment and sneeze into tissues and look for weird youtubes on a Friday night. I hate going to bars with backyards in Brooklyn where you literally can't navigate within a sea of bodies. Worst idea ever. So much of living in New York is that feeling. This overwhelming, anxiety prone, social masquerade. Is my neighbor beating his dog at 3am? I don't know because I'm trying to sleep. Depending on how big of a sociopath you are, it starts when you leave the house and follows you into bed. It's no wonder why people are always moving in and out of this city. Sometimes I don't think this city is a conduit for maximum positivity. Rather, it can be a conduit for unsettling, exploitative situations that inherently dictate whether you feel like competing with 8 million people for unrealized dream estate. To show your tits or to not show your tits, that is the downtown question. This city has an unexplainable nature of being; forged by timelessness and often coated with absurdity. Whatever it is that encourages transplants like me to gravitate to it, is definitely not because of the Yankees.
Nike patent- Mcflys. Can't wait 5 years!! We're going to all be hunting and killing our food by then. Maybe the future is native earthlings that sharecrop and trade Mcflys. I bet a pair of Mcflys will be worth at least 3 Eagle feathers.
A lot of art and photos up for auctioning. One of the artists recognized me from working at Autumn and told me he had done the clock with Kessler's eyes. You can kind of see it in this photo. Pretty intense.
Rusty mermaids are super cool accents in a room
Things that say "Ass bone" are super cool accents too
Rows of boards. Giant shapes, true to what Kessler liked to ride.
Ornate Montauk walking sticks
I like the way old helmets look. They look super padded, color blocked, and awesome.
Back to the rest of the weekend- major sword slashing of large fruit was going down.
Predicament- transporting firewood and 10 people to a nearby private'ish beach.
A great way to spend a couple hours is drinking beer while lying in the sand, and seeing how many movie and book titles you can squeeze the words "blow jobs" into