Monday, February 4, 2008
While performing some hard-won work attenuation (i.e. time-wasting) in between bouts of writing about low riders and trying to rid my work-area of the A&W root beer-scented air freshener odor that I mistakenly opened up, I stumbled upon some beautiful recent artwork that my pal Nat Russell has been working on. This one hit me in the gut. I'm 32, although most of the time I don't believe it or act like it. What would it even mean to act 32? Nat, if you're reading this, what's up? All travellers, see Nat's work in its natural habitat here.