Posts from the ‘NYC Street Photography’ Category
“we have everything at uncle vicks,” the giant whispered. “here, take one of these cards. and make sure you keep it close to you at all times.”
…an indignation to which it is necessarily driven by the contradiction between its human nature and its condition of life, which is the outright, resolute and comprehensive negation of that nature.
you need dreams to keep you going, because when you’re waking up at five a.m. everyday to do pushups and situps and jump rope and then running outside when it’s thirty degrees out, you need an incentive. you need that ‘if’ to make you work just a little harder so when you do finally get that match to get you to the next level, you’re not going to fuck it up because someone out there was hungrier than you. i think some people are wrong when they say you only got one chance. you always have another chance. but if you fuck up your chance, you get used to fucking up. you come to accept it. and once that happens, the game is over.
addiction is this fucking man right here. he is always there. leaning against the wall. out of focus and in the dark. waiting for you to go running into his arms again.
believe
in that wishy washy time between winter and spring, i prefer beaver as opposed to fox or alligator or eagle. beaver has a certain je nous se qua about it. you know, the way it nibbles on your skin when the wind blows through the buildings at fifteen miles an hour. or sometimes, when i’m at home and after i’ve taken a shower, instead of using a towel, i use the beaver. it’s keeps me warm. i can spend the whole day in the beaver.
i was never really a lights man. but it’s the only one that doesn’t give me the shakes when i’m off it for a few hours. i grew up on hontashan before coming here so i’m used to smoking straight nicotine. i grew up smoking that since i was maybe ten or so. everyone was doing it. that’s what you did. over here, it’s a little bit like that but i think the young ones do it just to be cool. do some fucking labor in a farm for a few months. live in a place where food is rationed. then you can start smoking at whatever damn age you please.
i met this girl on monday, took her for a drink on tuesday . . .
i kept walking and walking and then before i knew it, i was in fucking china.
warren buffet comes to our store the first thursday of every month. i’ll let you come watch for a small price.
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