the bigger, the better

I really love this picture. I don't really know why. That night was so weird and funny and awkward and a little sad, but only for me. It was just me and my boys, drinking 40 oz and going to hooters. It was also extremely cold and I had gotten punched in the face on the train. I miss carrying my propack every where and having film all the time. It's weird because most of the pictures I find laying around are from last year, and there's this weird underlying sadness in each one, and it's odd to see how my life has progressed since that time. I don't really know if it has progressed, but I feel a lot better and a lot less stupid, although stupidity will always flow through my veins.

Happy 4/20, I didn't get stoned today but it seemed like everyone else in this city had.

The worst part of my night is when I start playing music on itunes, because Bob Dylan comes up between every few songs, and it brings me down. Fuck Bob Dylan.