I can tell I’m thinking about lunch. I see that look daily. Somewhere between wishful and danger-danger.
Have I got the longest arms in the world? That’s just ridiculous. And my pants: looks like a PG 13 effort!?
Just hanging loose. You know. On a pole. Making friends. I’ve never worn them shirts that Frenchie way, liked it, but would take some confidence rolling down to a Greengate lunch with shirts outside in.
What they said, I cant recall. But am evidently disapproving. Or maybe it was the wall. Seems to be tormenting me rear, no?
Holding up the door. It looked like it may fall off at any moment, which is a cool look for a door, but just in-case, I volunteered to hang out against it as a precaution.
The worst of the worst. Hoping they never create an ad with this. Innocence – I was not in directing… There are ordinary straight up Afrikaner karavaan transvaal by the seaside holiday makers just out of picture. I could smell their disapproval.
Walked this hill a few times. Apparently I dont walk right. Bit of practice and I had it down. Left foot, right foot, left foot. But then what to do with those long arms?
Never watched Friends, but I pictured this like something from an episode. I’m all about sharing the love. Especially in white cotton…
Ah. The first shot. I didnt know what to do with myself. Not with an audience instructing me to be natural. What is natural about cuddling on a beach with a girl who’s name I couldnt yet recall? And no, thats not where my hands would be if I did know her name… It was a love tragedy. What could I do? Out of practice is out of practice…
Must have been my bestest flex effort. That’s all I have. From here I need photoshop. Anyhow, loved the retro long boards. But I need to vent about that air bubble – how odd – its like having two navels. I’ve been tempted to pop it, not with the kitchen scissors, I’ll get the needle out, heat it over a candle, smash two glasses of Shiraz, and go in gently.
Perhaps the most me of the lot. Its a pose I know: “Sometimes I sit and think, and sometimes I just sit.”
My ears go in different directions? I’m off to the mirror. Perhaps over sleeping on my right side…
Aside:
Look past the arms and ears and enjoy supporting the brand that supports me in chasing the dream.
