He checked the oil. Papa always checked the oil in that old car. The smell of a man was in that car. Cigarettes. Must. Faint airfreshener. Because you know that old car is gone when you tune the radio, only for the static, and manage to catch the end of that old B. Holly riff. Everytime. You always caught the screeching of that old golden ( Read more... )

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Hey, Matthew! Im offering you this awsome job. It's not much sweaty work and has great hours and dandy pay. I want you to have it because your bitchin'

But alas I may never work again, for some lonely venue may never take such a tattered, italian man.

-And in case you didant already know, Chris McCann is a God among the camera people.

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I made a zine

and a pyramid...pyralow or pyrahigh

If you wanna ball with the kid, watch your step you might fall tryin to do what I did

Life is like a bike. For some people, they can peddle backwards yet still move forwards. For others, peddling backwards is the only way to stop.