#225
Asada burrito from La Norteña Market on SW 124th Avenue. Beaverton, OR.
#225
Asada burrito from La Norteña Market on SW 124th Avenue. Beaverton, OR.
#224
Carnitas burrito from La Norteña Market on SW 124th Avenue. Beaverton, OR.
Then we did what so many people do on someone else’s wedding day, or after someone else’s funeral, though in this case it was on the day that some street person got carted off to the police station. We went back to our apartment and fucked.
Then we did what so many people do on someone else’s wedding day, or after someone else’s funeral, though in this case it was on the day that some street person got carted off to the police station. We went back to our apartment and fucked.
#223
Falafel deluxe from Falafel Express on 99W. Tigard, OR.
Less of a stretch than a spring roll.
I am a fairly social person but I am a very insular writer, by which I mean I actively avoid thinking about publication, editors, audience, commercialization, or categorization while writing. For the most part, I aim to finish or mostly finish a book in solitude; the world can then take it or leave it, but at least I know that I realized the project on its own terms. I’m not saying this is how everyone works or should work, but personally I can’t imagine getting anything done another way.
I am a fairly social person but I am a very insular writer, by which I mean I actively avoid thinking about publication, editors, audience, commercialization, or categorization while writing. For the most part, I aim to finish or mostly finish a book in solitude; the world can then take it or leave it, but at least I know that I realized the project on its own terms. I’m not saying this is how everyone works or should work, but personally I can’t imagine getting anything done another way.
It was peacetime, more or less.
It was peacetime, more or less.
Don’t cut my leathers.