Can I offer a tawdry excuse for the brevity of this entry? I’m so jetlagged that the world’s gone into slow motion and the ground beneath me keeps dipping and diving.
After the Rig Out inclusion made me euphoric to see my name in print, volume 6 of the Supreme book had me bugging out too. It’s great to be involved with something you look to with reverence and seeing this contents page nearly sent me sprawling.
I find my lengthiest output is fueled by hate, but right now I’m chilling in the hipster-done-right surrounds of Portland’s Ace Hotel where Stumptown coffee is next level caffeine delivery and Pendleton make the bedding—it’s tough to unleash even a modicum of vitriol. Between the paper cameos and visiting Nike HQ, a few lifetime ambitions were realised lately. I have no idea how this all came about. if I wasn’t an atheist, I’m sure I’d be bigging up some higher force, but I’m just a massive chancer—it’s a beautiful thing.
All this, plus good news regarding good friends with sons on the way…I can’t help but think this all levels out the vast quantities of negativity this blog pumps out.
Seriously, its got to be downhill from here. Someone will suss that I’m just winging it.
Seeing as zombies are back in a major way with ‘The Walking Dead’ being the best pilot since ‘The Shield’ commenced, I finally got round to watching the French splatterfest ‘The Horde’—it’s no classic, but it’s decent, in a fast-paced, utterly illogical way. Gallic horror still has a certain blood drenched aura that attracts me.
(Props to mayimbe181 at StrictlySupreme for the scan)