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“His dad is like, a crazy scientist.”
What do you mean?
“Like… beakers and shit.”
— Michael
My dad taught me to ride a bicycle down this sidewalk. There’s a lot more shade.
Me and my one and only brother, when we still ran wild, with the Gulf of Mexico to our backs. He turned Thirty last month, can’t wrap my head around it still. I’ve grown taller than him, but he’ll always be my big brother. He’s got a reputation for being quiet, but I think he just chooses his words very carefully, always respected that about him. I believe in him, and have pride in him, always.
Happy Thirty Joey.
“The more time I spend at sea, the more I’m amazed by those sailors of yore who set out in flimsy wooden ships, unsure of even the shape of the world. Men nowadays need cojones like that. By all means, study the map, plot a logical course, and take adequate provisions, but don’t be afraid to push off from shore. I had a crazy idea that I thought just might work, and pursued it. You probably have lots of ideas. Go ahead and pursue one. That single, simple step is what separates the men that history remembers from the ones it doesn’t.”
— Joe Kita
How To Hang A Warhol by Little Joy.
My 500th doodle.