terry

terry richardson rules. i don't give two craps about what anyone else thinks. i'd be proud to have him as an uncle or something. not as a dad. too creepy. i imagine myself as him in this photo, one still-shoed foot propped up on the desk, probably listening to black flag or dk, the best choice for...whatever. some stupid dirty punk on the floor and me hi-fiving one of my girlfriends.
the fellow i've been seeing most recently is a rapper. this is a first for me. you assume he's black? assume whatever you want. there's a first time for everything.
last night i hung out with an old friend of mine. he crashed his bike earlier yesterday, breaking off half his front teeth, bruising his face and possibly breaking his arm? it shook me up pretty bad. he doesn't wear a helmet. half the time i don't either and i've wiped out before but when it's other people i get all freaked out. imagine a skull like an eggshell and i get the willies.