Three Photos That Spoke to Me This Week II
Someone get Billy Bob Thornton on the horn. I just set out for another offshore dig into the Gulf of My Camera Roll and guess what…I damn near struck oil. There’s some real heat in there from the past week. Elite jpegs that take you behind the curtains into my life as a pioneer of the digital west.
So without overheating your phone just in the damn intro, here are three photos from the camera roll that spoke to me this week.
Photo #1: The Target Purchase
Five buck flip flops and a single sweet potato. No bag.
I challenge anyone to name a more heinous Target purchase. This is what Bezos is trying to take away from us. But I won’t let him. I needed a starch for dinner. Needed some flops for the weekend. Here I am, six dollars later, a changed man.
Thank you Target.
Photo #2: Knicks in 6
Here I am, repping a new shirt. You might recognize the design on it. It’s the same Josh Hart/Grateful Dead art that appeared in my Partiful Paradox newsletter a few months ago. My friend Nick (of Moods Radio fame) and I made some shirts out of it. Deadstock vintage. Cause we move like that. There’s five left, too. Email me if you want one. Bring 20 bucks too.
As for the Knicks, they about ready to run a damn 2-3 zone to get Brunson some help on D. Holy fuck. Mike Brown playin checkers against Quinn Snyder’s Warby Parker frames and ghost of James Naismith. But Snyder’s been that guy in April. The Robert J. Oppenheimer of first round hoops. And where McCollum been hiding? I guess four years of tank ball in Nola and DC can make a casual league associate forget about a shotmaker. I think he’s been at the Four Seasons Jamaica this time of year since Terry Stotts had him coming off bubble screens up in Rip City.
So I’m worried. Not too worried though. Jose Alvarado full court press game 4. Brunson goes for 40. Mike Brown does absolutely nothing. Knicks in 6.
Photo #3: The Space Between Logic and Reason
Take a drink of this. My roommate’s car just absolutely breathing down the neck of a concrete wall. I wonder if he slammed on the brakes real quick or this was a slow roll. Regardless…good stuff by him. Let’s all harness this Mazda CX-5’s relentless positioning and bring such chutzpa into the weekend. Test your limits. Find new boundaries. Take yourself to the space between logic and reason. Find a concrete wall and run right through it.
Unless you’re in your whip. Then stop like, right before it.