Seriously though. I feel like shit. 4 days of eating gluttonous amounts of food, drinkin' Patron and Rolling Rock's, Walking what seemed like 5 miles a day, weaving through hoards of streetwear kids dressed up for other dudes, breakin' in new canvas vans, taking pills, and lugging around a camera and a backpack all the time has caught up to me. My body is drained. The photos from the ASR/Agenda show are loaded up, but I don't really feel like writing the story to accompany the flicks. The story will be up by no later than Wednesday.
Some highlights of the trip:
-Haystak. Sheer goonery...
-Cardboard Robot. Ryan and John are cool. Mason is a fuckin burn-out hippy fag bag. Your line sucks.
-Boners for vintage gear.
-Cartwheels in mini-skirts.
-Roscoes Chicken and Waffles.
Photos to come with full story and recap of the trip.
Peace to Sam from FTK Construction for driving.
P.S. If you hadn't noticed yet, I put a new "interview" in the right hand column titled:
Nickelplatedbama: who? what? when? where? why? and how?
I know, I know, I shouldn't have, but I did. Thats it.
-Ollie in Recovery