Picture this: Me. Nardwuar. Two ice cold cokes and an empty park bench. Going question for question. Letting one another into our respective worlds even if it’s just for a moment. No pressure, no judgement. Just raw connection from one inquisitive soul to another
I’m jumping the gun this summer. I’m biting off more than I can chew. I’m barking up the wrong tree. I’m writing checks my ass can’t cash. I’m with whatever and I mean that. Rest in fucking peace outdoor boys