Don’t Sleep and Drive. @ 10th ans Susquehana.
For the savy traveler.
This pile of bones and fins is a real Alaskan delicacy. I present smoked Alaskan King Salmon bellys.
Drunken post Christmas art
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested … Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
Hunter S. Thompson (via splashmeadouble, supersonicelectronic)
Democracy was born in Philly. We’ll be damned if we will sit back quietly while it dues. More than 1000 strong @OccupyPhilly
Porta-Johns riding the bus to work.
John, “Hey, John.”
John, “Hi, John. You ready for another one?”
John, “Same shit different day.”
John, “I hear ya.”
Bird @ Undertown Coffee in Port Townsend
