I went with Jessie to Paul's house to take some pictures for a
Vice story... I usually don't put my
work stuff up here, but Paul was such an epic broseph I have to spoil a
He was playing us some amazing psychedelic records.
The music was kinda fucking with my head
though... like I was coming down from acid.
then I came all the way back down...
and I went through my gardening book, from A
to Z... mostly requiems and epitaphs.
There's Moonbeam and Andouille.
...did I really walk all this way just to
say "Oh, I don't want to go out tonight"?