Six Foot Giraffe, by Kyle Smith
Just because ya can, doesn’t mean ya should.
Taken in Chicago, Illinois, at Lollapalooza 2011. I’d tell tales of the adventure but I don’t want to break my poor sweet mother’s heart.
This is one of my favorite drinking songs. Unfortunately, I don’t think my friends are familiar with it.
Answer In One Of These Bottles by Caitlin Rose.
“We live in a city full of stars but can’t see any in the sky.”
— George Danelli, the poet.
These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch.
I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.
Digging My Own Grave by Thrice.
This is what happens when my friends go to Japan for vacation.
Parisa’s profound ramblings, as I recall them.
Sometimes, we drink.
A man named Skelly.