This is my best pal ever, Katy Slimmon the morning after last winters first snowfall. As was tradition for Wednesday mornings, we woke up in the 10th Street Emporium bleary eyed, exhausted, craving greasy food, whiney, reeking of cigarettes and me with scoliosis from sleeping on a shitty loveseat. (Why y'gotta be like that, Wednesday?) You know how that weirdo from American Beauty finds the garbage blowing in the wind all beautiful? Thats kind of how I see this picture.*
* - I am not calling Katy Slimmon a piece of garbage.
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