This is a photo taken of me by my best friend Matthew Campbell shortly after we procured a 12-pack of PBR and a 30-pack of PBR and this man at the gas station who sort of reminded me of a much more buff version of the coach who molests the little kids in Mysterious Skin was talking down on Matt and I for buying PBR and was saying weird things like “oh I know things are hard guys, your parents don’t support you anymore” and “college is rough” and I was like I don’t go to college and my parents still support me how do you think I can afford this 12-pack right now when all I usually drink are 40s of OE and he even had the gaul (is that the word?) to offer to buy Matt better beer which I think he should have done because free beer is free beer and also good free beer is excellent but I had already convinced Matt to buy a 30-pack rather than an 18- or 24-pack and also fuck that guy because who does that and anyway we went back to Liz’s house and sat on the patio and drank our stupid cheap beer and smoked cigarettes and took instagram photos and I stared off into the blue sky while the planes flew off to the east and I thought about how I missed Portland but how it was really nice to see everyone here and how I was having fun and how I want more tattoos and I was thinking about boys and girls and Matt and Liz and I was touching my face and wondering what color my eyes happened to be at that moment and they were probably blue but sometimes they’re green or grey because I have that GGB eye thing going on (that’s green-grey-blue and it’s not an official thing I don’t think) and when I go back to school if they do one of those “let’s get to know each other” sort of things I am going to walk to the front of the classroom and hold up this picture and explain to them that this picture is the essence of all that I am about and those things are cut-off shorts, PBR, fucked up shoes, Michael Maire’s t-shirt that fits me wonderfully, cuffed sleeves, cheap but nice glasses and shorter hair than what I use to have and there are literally people in this world that will argue with a human being (that human being being me) about these things such as how short your cut-off shorts are or how fucked up your shoes are or the fact that you aren’t wearing socks or your tattoo above your knees that says “shy boy” or your cuffed sleeves or god I don’t even know some other weird shit I am sure because damn man, people are just really goopy.
