Wednesday, March 31, 2010


and my fat drunk uncle who'll sleep in my room tonight (on the floor). it's cool / not weird. done it before. talks in his sleep though. a lot. stuff about being orange + filled with water - and useful at burning man. whatever. right now he's in the passenger seat. asleep (he always is). big ass weight shifting dangerously towards me in these redwood turns. i secure him with a bungee cord.

(artwork, not courtesy of the Whitney Biennale((