heath & steve. . . i want people i don't see coming. people who are unexpected but then explode into your life like new favorite songs and then stick to you like smoke. people with something to see, who spit beauty by accident, who couldn't wash their loveliness off with bleach and turpentine. people who laugh until they're sore, who dance like gentlemen and run game like awful dirtbags. people who have it all but don't care to share at all, but they'll take you along just so you can be near it. people who don't give a fuck, and people who do. people who get it, and a few more that don't. i mean, we have to show somebody how it works, don't we? i couldn't believe how many lost boys there are, i thought there were only just a handful left. i want to go and meet them all and then come back here to set free to all the rest.
notorious b.i.g., steve miller band, the talking heads, american football, air, american analog set, braid, reversal of man, david banner, young wheezy, pavement...
espn.
mythologies by roland barthes.
the original gangster: the monster. ed mulligan, steve martin, dick van dyke, davey von boehlen, keegamania, jesse lacey, 80s rick, dan falconetti, high school kids everywhere, the motorcycle boy, my parents. ME.