I’m tired in a way that seems impossible to describe.

Possibly one of my favorite shots of Rachel. From my last visit in December. @theracheless.bsky.social

I got to see the Maximum Overdrive head when it hit my town.

Buy a handheld smoke machine. Watch your friends cackle madly about how ridiculous it is.

He shops at Dan Flashes.

It doesn't take a flood for me to be glad I'm not at Burning Man but I'm the kind of guy who would have been on my way to Woodstock and said "Oh there's traffic? Wanna go see a movie instead?"

Depression has been sitting like a brick in me lately. What’s your go too method for some minor alleviation - not looking for a cure, just another tool to chip away at it.

Hand-lettering about Debbie Harry today. Queen of the scene.

We were going through the TSA and I had my first go through on the body scanner. The old guy scanned me three times and was like - “I’ll have to check you manually.” “That’s fine, buddy.” “You’re not sensitive to pressure?” “Nah, man.”

Now I’m getting ready to fly to Florida. I’m hoping this trip will be half as good as the one where I went to see the Aileen Wuornos airbrush portrait.

My in-laws’ cat Milo. I pet him until his brain broke.

I saved a cow named Turkey from having his head exploded by passing cars. I’m basically a better hero and cowboy than John Wayne. I mean, he was a piece of shit anyway, so I was already cooler than him - it’s just now it’s official.

I love how someone referenced a post on here as a “skeet”.

I’m going to miss the app I use on Twitter that lets me mass delete everything whenever I want a fresh start. That might be all I miss from that app.