Spreading Their Lies

I finally finished off the last shots from the roll of film that's been nestling in my camera for the past two weeks. It feels good to finally see the pictures that came out from the nights that I vaguely remember. As you may have already noticed, most of the photos I take are when I'm drunk enough to casually intrude on people's lives and take photos of their best and worst moments. I'm always hesitant at the time, but the final product makes it worth while. At times, I get so low, and just feel stagnate and lethargic, like I'm not doing enough and what I'm doing is just pointless. And a lot of it is, probably all of it is. But what's important is that it's all just apart of life, and we all tend to overlook just how awesome, random, and exciting life is and can be. We sometimes find ourselves caught up chasing some dream that's not necessarily ours, and end up comparing ourselves to the models of what we are made to believe is ideal. and blah, blah, blah I hate venting via blog. I really do. I certainly don't want to come off as emo, just aware.. Listening to Morrissey constantly will have that effect on you haha.. I Just got a lot on my mind yo :). With that being said lets change the mood back to where it needs to be.

Alex's new spot feels like Brooklyn, Minnesota.




The next week

my best friend sarah is serving her week long bid in jail. thats pretty ganster i must say. classy chic.



Next Day&Night


Doing homework on a sunday at the bar? We've become so desensitized to synth cords, drum loops, and heavy bass to the point where its soothing to hear loud electronica playing, and can actually work during it. $20 dollars all you can drink sounded expensive, until I ordered a long island which came out to be $8. fuck.

On the way home, we ran into another side of Minneapolis that cracks me up. It was at the time of club closing, and we found ourselves in the midst of a full-on riot on a SUNDAY NIGHT. When the hood folk get drunk, shit definitely gets crackin on the streets. Reminded me of my last night in London when shit got really intense. People were getting so buck, and getting taken away in handcuffs, while cops were busily trying to keep order and shit. I couldn't stop laughing at the cops on the horses trying to regulate shit. I could've captured some better photos, but I wasn't trying to push my lock and fall victim to police brutality, or end up catching [friendly] fire, when a stray bullet meant for pookie or q gets received by me instead. yaddaimean.

FILLERS
ivana you're certainly not a filler.


my deceased bike. rip. fuck you nick.



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