Why I Hate Artichokes
I went to see Blackheart Procession in Salt Lake at Urban Loiunge this weekend with Karlee. Hey kids, take note: never try to load film in a Leica when you're wasted. Otherwise, you get a whole roll of blank film. Here's two photos of the show from before I had to change film.
Lee bought me a glass of Provo Girl Ale. I was a little too faded to be shooting at 1/4 of a second.
Will Sartain opened! He's like the new Paul Westerberg.
On the way there we stopped at Burger King in Nephi. We waited at the drive thru for 20 minutes. We waited and waited. There was this minivan that we thought must have had a huge order because it wasn't moving at all. The window finally opened and gave them two drinks. TWO DRINKS! It took twenty minutes for two drinks. While we were waiting we saw these seagulls.
A random photo of Karlee from about two weeks ago:
Last night we went to Albertson's to buy groceries. We bought artichoke and the little shit cut my thumb. It was hard to get my credit card out with all the blood gushing from my thumb. Then, when I went to put the bag in my car, the artichoke stabbed me again throught the bag. Assholichoke.