i’ve been at work for twenty minutes
why didn’t anyone tell me i had a hitler mustache of black bike grease.
why didn’t anyone tell me i had a hitler mustache of black bike grease.
. . . of my jacket. Sean is on his guerilla projector. Much construction tomorrow.
it’s sitting on a bed of rigid fiberglass. i’ll cover it with plywood, sheetrock and laminate flooring. . next is walls.
that’s the last time i try to put shoes on before my pants and think, *this time it will work*.
i can turn up my music here.
it’s ok.
it’s really OK!
what??
it’s OK TO TURN UP..
WHAT?