you can pray i wont disqualify you for making eye contact with me right at the skatepark
prizes. or are they?
yeah this old routine
do you wanna know what happens every time with this tired charade? these nimrods fight and fight and fight for this board and then get exhausted. then some smart kid runs in after fifteen minutes and just takes it. so there you go, kids.
back in my room, i made this piece of art to unwind. judging was very stressful.
i'm in mariachi central
they have an entire square where all the different mariachi gangs battle for the pesos of tourists and drunk couples
this is what everyone was drinking. i forgot what it was called but i remember it tasting like beer, lime and tons of salt. and a bit urine-ish.
suddenly, i found myself at a david lachapelle/dos equis party. i'm glad that was brief.