I saw a man jacking off through his pocket while crossing the street by the Co-Op. He is oldish, thin, and has grey hair. You should keep an eye out for him, because he's around and I know you want to see a public masturbator. god knows I did.
Oh, god knows that’s exactly what I wake up every day looking forward to.
A couple nights ago I was riding my bike through the suburbs, at around 11, and I saw a big, hairy, naked dude standing in his doorway with the lights on.
I got cornered by an old dude with a radio, which he turned on, announcing “can’t get this off an MP3 player”.And then spent the next two minutes asking me if the 60s folk that was playing was “The Kurt Cobain Band” or “Guns And Roses”. I finally brushed past him saying “dude, I have no idea. I only listen to improvisational jazz.”
Well. I’ll go out on a limb and assume that what you’re talking about is reading the of a Nabokov novel in a place where such transgressive literature is uncouth. And from there, I would assume that the primary narrative is about a person standing against the conservative values of their society by reading works that are not socially acceptable, coupled with the ironic juxtaposition of their interpretation of radical texts in a society where those texts have a different meaning or are banned for their themes.
One of those days where I end up not sleeping and everything ends up gradually melting into a disconcerting blur. Also, I filmed a guy wearing an American Flag tanktop eating a bunch of sandwiches and then talking about how disappointed he was with himself for not eating enough sandwiches.