09-15-2011, 01:06 AM
Jack, I prefer the format from the link you included and love the overall "fuck you" attitude of the piece itself. It's stark and brutal to the point of being like an open oozing sore on the gaping thigh of society's street corner's hand me downs. The vacant eyes still trying to defy gravity while years hang like a noose around their scrawny grimy necks. Still, there is that chip, worn in the front tooth, like a boulder on their shoulder, just daring you to knock it off.....
You've captured it here. I've seen it on the mean street corners of Chicago.....
You've captured it here. I've seen it on the mean street corners of Chicago.....
Do you realise that memories are like a bag of wooden nickels... Or a field full of men on wooden legs in a flash flood... useless ~ D.A.