…in bed. yea, what up?

…in bed. yea, what up?

Just a Wednesday

I just experienced something that in some ways can really sum up New York at times.

I was crossing a usually busy street while it was calm and quite. A dragonfly fly passed me towards the oncoming traffic up the street. I had my eye fixed on it, the beauty and peaceful grace of it just gliding by. I was sort of mesmerized by this natural moment of tranquility juxtaposed with the concrete and oncoming machines.

As it got closer to the approaching car, I was wondering how it was going to maneuver out of this.

It didn’t.

It hit the windshield (which I somehow heard in the quietness), flew over the car and hit the ground only to be run over by the car behind it and then have a bus barely miss it but the force of the wind flew it over closer to where I can now see it’s distorted body.

I caught all this.

Nobody else noticed a thing.

in the Coffee vs. Cocktail at 10am This Thursday Morning Wars cocktail wins this battle.

in the Coffee vs. Cocktail at 10am This Thursday Morning Wars cocktail wins this battle.

DAY 13 - a photo of your handwriting


the only picture I can find right now is of a wedding RSVP I filled out last year. I’m usually neater than that, I’m not certain but I feel like I had a bit of whiskey in me at the time.

DAY 13 - a photo of your handwriting


the only picture I can find right now is of a wedding RSVP I filled out last year. I’m usually neater than that, I’m not certain but I feel like I had a bit of whiskey in me at the time.

been caught up, here’s the last three days of this thing that nobody (including myself) cares about. 

DAY 12 - a photo of your favorite shoes

I do love these guys. Second might be the black Sauconeys that I have yet to clean the vomit from the night I was extremely drunk and trying to get to south Brooklyn from the Upper East Side, also the night I saw a dead guy on the train.

been caught up, here’s the last three days of this thing that nobody (including myself) cares about.

DAY 12 - a photo of your favorite shoes

I do love these guys. Second might be the black Sauconeys that I have yet to clean the vomit from the night I was extremely drunk and trying to get to south Brooklyn from the Upper East Side, also the night I saw a dead guy on the train.

Why I never leave home without my Ruggedfresh.

Why I never leave home without my Ruggedfresh.

Tao Says “Skate or Die!”

Tao Says “Skate or Die!”

DAY 10 - your facebook profile photo

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Cars Kill - So Does Your Face (apparently)

Cars Kill - So Does Your Face (apparently)

A Sad Corner, Late One Night in February.

A Sad Corner, Late One Night in February.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY