Through my diving of dumpsters in the past years I have discovered many awesome treasures. Sometimes I feel as if I’m on an island. With all these treasures, and stuff.
Except I don’t bury it. I get so hyped when I find a picture of someone or something I will never see or know in my life. The anonymity of it all leaves my imagination in a backyard with a hole under the fence where, if I choose, I can swindle on through to the other side.
The drawing above is a portrait of my current hero. Yes, he had it all. He worked for it all. And it is all gone. Which brings this cream to the top of the crop dogs of my lopsided pop shop: What’s worth working for? Really worth it? He’ll make you think twice.
Sunglasses is rising on up in the game. They’re based out of Savannah, Georgia. How do you like that? I’ve never been. Check out their video for “Whiplash” in all of it’s grimy 80’s/90’s luster. Grimy luster.
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