Whenever I see a Wickers poster on some
skateboarding skinhead's wall it makes
me wish I were a transsexual lesbian
dominatrix (I'm not joking, in fact I
know one) because then and only then
would I know what to say about it.
Since high school, me and Andy
have done this goofball thing when
we see each other. We pretend we're
in "Stand By Me" and do this
handshake where we rub the backs
of our hands and then give this
saccharine drippy stare. We were
making fun of that sappy stuff back
then. But after 15 years, it's taken on
a consistent meaning and that
meaning is, sniff, I love you, man.
skateboarding skinhead's wall it makes
me wish I were a transsexual lesbian
dominatrix (I'm not joking, in fact I
know one) because then and only then
would I know what to say about it.
kick drum. It's THAT resonant.
have done this goofball thing when
we see each other. We pretend we're
in "Stand By Me" and do this
handshake where we rub the backs
of our hands and then give this
saccharine drippy stare. We were
making fun of that sappy stuff back
then. But after 15 years, it's taken on
a consistent meaning and that
meaning is, sniff, I love you, man.
chromakey fashion sense.
it when he twirls the drumsticks while
he plays.