Saturday, November 14, 2015

je vais prendre ta douleur

Crazy what happened in Paris yesterday. And in Beirut.

Angry chicken will fuck shit up if you mess with his Parisian envelope holder.


I don't have words for it.

I just keep trying to focus on the good people are doing in the aftermath. People opening their homes to complete strangers. A simple hashtag that demonstrates love and compassion in the face of a heinous act is a nice middle finger to those who use their hatred to try and kill the will of a people. I like that shit.

When I was a kid I wanted to live in Paris. My favorite book was The Little Prince. I loved F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway, both of whom made Paris seem like a magical place for artists. And French women... I was gonna marry one. I went so far as to apply for a position at the Disneyland Park in Paris. It was going to be that or the Air Force. I got my paperwork from Disney back, an interview was set and I was gung-ho.

Then I talked to a friend who had worked for Disneyland once upon a time. She scared me out of it. I will never be the type to thank someone for giving me their trash.

I never married a French girl.

Zero regrets about that one.

One of the most talented artists you've never heard of:


Titty sprinkles.