Drippy pens and smokey cabins get nothing but love from this little hotstepper.
It was one of those afternoons where you think you’re just picking up a book from a friend’s house and then the next thing you know it’s 5am and you’re drunk with a posse at the all night dinner. You, know. One of those.
Who needs a heart, when you have a heart head. These guys are really dicks…with a lotta love.
Self-realization is often a hard road.
need we say more?