Thanks Kishi Bashi for spending 776 minutes with me in 2022. I couldn’t stop listening to The Ballad of Mr. Steak. #SpotifyWrapped https://t.co/x6dpK0XCfn
Woke up from a dream where one of my old beloved regulars gifted me ownership of her adorable cottage-y house. White walls & peeling cabinets, with faded teal accents. V quaint & homey. She had left her cat for me & roomba hooked up 😅
Sad I didn't wake up with a house to my name
Biquette the goat, sold to an abattoir after she stopped producing milk but was rescued by punks and then spent 10 years watching grindcore bands. She could come and go as she pleased and, in the words of her rescuers, “escaped death, lived punk”. Absolute legend.
He holds the bottom of his sleeve & says "are you ready?"
No sir, idk what's happening. I just stare wide eyed.
He rolls up his sleeve to reveal a fresh tattoo of "FIGHT OR DIE" in a bold gruesome font with red letters outlined in black.
He smiles & says "it's your fault."
Exit💀
(Working on Hollywood blvd adventure)::
This older man came in with an air of humble importance. Among many things that he said to me, including endless unsolicited art advice (kill me), he asked about tattoos since he was a "tattoo virgin." He wanted his son's movie on his arm.
He left & I truly had to fold in half & decompress from the conversation.
An hour later he's back.
I'm horrified.
He does this thing (see gif) as he walks toward the bar