Posts tagged ‘Street Photography’
when i got out the bus, we were somewhere in lower manhattan. i could tell because all the streets had names and shit and it was narrow and there were bricks everywhere and the girls were all walking alone in their thousand dollar pea coats instead of numbers and avenues and straight lines and suits and fat midwestern tourists in nylon jumps and white sneakers. i thought we were supposed to be going to a pumpkin patch but then it hit me that halloween was already past. when i asked the bus driver what we were doing here he looked at me all strange in that “you’re the boss so why you asking me asshole” kind of look. i didn’t say anything because i didn’t really feel like arguing and i hadn’t eaten my breakfast yet. i usually have oatmeal, you know bob’s high fiber natural oatmeal. i add some flax seeds in there and agave syrup because it’s sweet but doesn’t have the same sugar crash as sugar or honey or even maple syrup.
me and my girlfriends are tight. we grew up together in fallanton. that’s about seven miles from the ohio state university. we all went there. nancy, the one with the reddish hair in the front, she’s a nurse at mercy med. jen, the one out in the back, she’s a housewife with four amazing kids. and for me i’m a systems analyst for facebook. don’t tell anyone this but i can see all your profiles and pictures even the ones that are private. if you press “$” and hold down the control key (or the command key if you have a mac) when you log on, you have super facebook powers, kind of like when you have double or triple stacks in checkers and you can jump over like four or five pieces. i once viewed chris lagorga’s profile. i went to high school with him and i had such a crush on him but he didn’t really look at me much because he was one of those football player guys. he went on to play for duke or something but anyway i kept trying to friend him on facebook but he kept ignoring me. i got sick and tired of it, because i helped him with his homework. without me he wouldn’t have graduated. so i used my special facebook powers and boom, i’m his friend. i think he’s tried to unfriend me like seven times but i keep adding myself. i’m thinking of adding a picture of myself on his wall or something. i can’t wait to see what he says.
it was a thursday afternoon at about 3:41 p.m. when elmo just got tired fucking around on sesame street.
i guess i first justified it in my head as her being “just different,” you know, clothes bought from the second hand stores, hates her parents, believes that neocapitalism is the root of all oppression. i didn’t notice really that she drooled a lot when she ate until my buddy dean said it to me a few weeks ago. i swear, man, i woke up a few days ago and jesus, i was sweating all over the damn place because i just realized that she had asked to take a pint of my blood the other day for some emergency blood donation drive at the blood bank. but she did the procedure herself in my bathroom and you know for the record i did not feel too comfortable when all was said and done. you should see my friggin’ arm. and then came the kicker just yesterday. she was talking to me about the biography of thomas dewey and then all of a sudden she started to take off her face. no joke man. her face.
i remember when.
¿dónde está el museo? me puede decir donde está el museo?
me gustaria saber porque tengo amigos allí que poco encanta el helado y los tigres y las burbujas y la comida china. quiero volar con ellos un día en un gran globo.
if someone offered you a new life for twenty-five bucks, would you do it?
the only way they find out is if you say something.
so, mr. smith, let’s just say you’re on a deserted island . . .
age has a way of creeping up on you but not in that i’m tip-toeing on a creaky floor with a knife in my hand. it’s more like a parade of drummers. as you get older, you keep wondering, wow this is a cool parade. and then before you start thinking too much about that parade, you start thinking of how it was just yesterday that you were in high school and you had zits and it was so cool to have your own car and do your own thing and that you had all these dreams and that you were genuinely different than everyone else because you are somehow unique and maybe you are destined for fame. then you wake up just like any other day, just like every day, and the drummers that are all around you, they’re getting louder and louder, and then you realize that’s YOUR fucking parade man, and that they’re playing drums for you like they’ve always been.
e v e r y d a y aperture 