hipstomp photo essays

Day 307

Today’s soundtrack:
All my ex’s live in Texas
That’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
Today at 11:32am: Trying to sleep through the ringing phone.

Insert informant here.

The Shining Path.
Like those Marxist guerillas.

My friend Kirk asked me to take a picture of him with an urban backdrop.
What he didn't ask me to do is post it on the internet for all the world
to see. But I like the picture, and you know what they say, it's easier
to gain forgiveness than permission.

(Kirk, if you want me to take it down, I’ll take it down...
if you can tell me what pi is to the 20th place.)

So at this company, when they fire you they push you out
the window, and you go down the chute and land in the dumpster.
But when the owner gets ready to leave, they move the chute slightly
and he lands on his motorcycle. Pretty cool if you ask me.

Can you guess what my new favorite thing to shoot is?

I won't think any less of you if you can't guess.

Okay that's a lie.