hipstomp photo essays

Day 311

Today’s soundtrack: bad, bad medicine
Today at 10:02pm: Social Directing tonight’s booze-tasting chat-fest

The Crips and the Bloods, unable to reach
detente, continue to mark their territory.

New and improved!
For truckers who suck at parallel parking.

On the Bowery I saw some asshole on a unicycle.
He might not be an asshole, but it sounds better
when you say "I just saw some asshole on a unicycle."

Coffee-table books and art galleries that are trying
too hard always show good graffiti, but it's important
to remember most graffiti just plain sucks.
Real bunch of Michelangelos on this fucking rooftop.

I'm a notcissist. (I like looking at
things other than myself in mirrors.)

Which is not to say I won’t take pictures of myself.
Welcome to Rain's Night World of Annoyingly Underdeveloped Photographs.

At the bar we enjoy sophisticated adult refreshments.

I think she thought I was kidding when I told her
this picture was going straight up on the internet.