
300(ish) Words on Drawing Alone at Bars
There are few joys outside of drugs and love that give me satisfaction close to that of nursing a Tom Collins while fooling around in my notebook.
There are few joys outside of drugs and love that give me satisfaction close to that of nursing a Tom Collins while fooling around in my notebook.
The first time I heard "Pepper" by Butthole Surfers, I was in the rocketry elective at a day camp I only attended that one summer.
The drinks are strong, the sun is bright, and everyone is fighting the inevitable.
My spray tan is faded and congealing in dark brown spots around my collar bone, and I couldn’t be happier. It reminds me of the good times I’ve had with it, and that is priceless. A few weeks ago, I New Year, New Me’d and got a spray tan with... Read More
Hearing Lana Del Rey go down to a deep, whispery timber to sing “I’m your man” has been the church pew I’ve been sitting on the last month.
I recently started painting as a way to heal my relationship with writing, mostly by avoiding the anxiety of not having written. As a new hobbyist, I’ve begun considering Bad Art.
“Good taste is conservative, traditional, minimal, sober,” the Sterns told People. “Bad taste is exuberant, excessive, impudent, sentimental.”