Getting through the day without any tickets reassigned to you
Normally, in anything I do, I’m fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.
Some girls and me on Saranta beach, Greece. We stayed there before we drove off to Athens to see The Soft Moon.
I think I need a time machine.
(photo by Martin B.)