High school is not better. The Neanderthals all have deep voices, all the better to woo the ladies, and your queer little chortle hasn’t nudged a bit. You worry because you’ve got hair in all the right places and you’re taller than everyone else and, is this it? This is what you were waiting for?
This evening, a series of photographs over at Tiny Vices caught my attention. These shots, taken by Sean Stewart, showed frame houses perched high atop concrete reinforced hillsides, cannibalized muscle cars covered in primer and body putty, and gray overcast skies that reminded me of every winter I’ve ever known.