Posts Tagged memories
The first of April seems a risky day to post anything of too dramatic a nature. Somebody might not believe me, right? So instead of the typical post, I submit for your viewing pleasure, this illustrative essay of a journey once taken:
Back in the day, when Nagel art was big:
I got asked on a New Year’s Eve date:
And drove a long way to a special place:
Where we did some stuff:
And then slept for a while:
And ate a few things:
Before we encountered a gigantic sea monster:
Who turned out to just be thirsty:
So we rang in the New Year with a new friend.
Yes, the 1980s were good to me. Didn’t everybody party on the beach with musicians and sea monsters? On this first day of April, I hope everything in your life is as you want it to be – and if it isn’t… make shit up. Sometimes it’s hard to know who to believe, isn’t it? Riiight.