For The Next Two Days, Let the World Fall On Someone Else’s Shoulders. [March 19th, 2011]
We all have our share of worries. If you’re like me, you also have a big enough closet in the back of your head to sweep them into. On Friday, you barricaded the door with Beer. If you’re lucky, on Saturday, you’ll fortify the latches with BBQ. On Sunday, when their eyes peer back menacingly through the cracks, you’ll blind-fold them with Brunch. A day later, you’ll find them at your bedside: like ungrateful and underfed pets. You’ll find the world spinning without relent. And you’ll be glad you took a break from it.
But that is then. For now, it’s Saturday. The day when better men than you and I have historically turned a deaf-ear to the subtle *thump-thump-thump* of the responsibilities buried in their basements. If you haven’t already, you should do the same.
Sight: Persol + Suit: Timothy Everest + Shoes: Barker Black + Sounds: Raekwon “Shaolin vs Wu-Tang”
Big Rube caught me in the streets unaware. Didn’t have time to put my Black Magnum face on.
Editor’s Note: No square. I regret it a little. Also. Those pants definitely need an inch or two more (that’s what she said).