Less Is More

“I pulled this gas tank from an old Chevy. I wanted to blow it up, so I did. What I didn’t think about was all the little bits of metal that were going to fly out in every direction. I almost killed myself. I woke up in this hospital and this doctor was like, “Son…” and I said “Don’t call me son, you fucking cunt.” And he was like, “You blew off your nut.” pause I just lost my nut, like that. I went fucking crazy. I assaulted a nurse or a doctor, I don’t really remember. I got arrested. I went to juvee. All I could think about was my fucking nut, man. I’m missing a nut. What am I going to do? I had to go looking for it, right? So I busted out of juvee and I went searching. I couldn’t find my nut. pause Well, there was this one night I was sitting there and I was taking a shit and I was looking at my balls and I was staring at this little piece of flabby sack where my left nut used to be. And then I saw my right nut for the first time. I was like FUCK MAN, MY NUT! Look I have one, I still have a nut. Right?”
~Hesher

On a hot summer day there are few things many others would do besides the beach, the movies, or the bar.  However, she chose the the Getty museum, no not the one where I would be complaining about a heavy clutch in downtown LA traffic, the one in Malibu.  I had never been to the Getty Villa, and even worse I did not have a proper camera with me.  I agreed not only anxiousness, but also anxiety, what happens if the “it” shot of today happens when I don’t have any gear?    

I have learned since then always to rent a convertible in California, always bring a scarf for a lady, pack a bottle of wine & gas station bottle opener with two mugs, and leave your favorite film camera in your trunk.

More new toys… First film camera. Kidding! I got it for Karishma as a thank you gift. Film mystery solved Ty!

theprincessleah:

Taxi with Dave in the LES.

Last memory.

finding his inner dslr