Vanity Is the New Mother of Invention: A Love Letter to Bukowski. Dropping end of summer on Spotify. The Genius of the Crowd.
I would very much like to move more quickly to my destination, but I must get around this beautiful creature sauntering at such a below-average pace.
This little skeleton was on the stoop at the end of my block. I thought it would be a beautiful painting. I ordered my own Father’s Day gift: The Paint Your Life thing. Only, apparently not *my* life. They rejected it. Would not take my money. Thought it violated the “dead pets” clause. Let’s just […]