the morning after: amish virgins and drunk church-goers.

Capslock spent glutton-day in a magical land in a faraway place…Sixburgh: home of $40 gallons of Belvedere, the boy you fell in love with, fry sandwiches,  churches where you can drink beer at the alter, blue doors marking the homes of virgin daughters, bars giving out candy necklaces, and amish children with light sabers. Capslock isn’t exactly sure how long we were there, what happened, or how we got home. But we think we liked it.

morning after: rad shoes and the clinton years.

 Sometimes following strangers down the party rabbit hole leads to sulken pizza munching at 11 pm—but on lucky star days, it leads to the nineties. deep blue something, genesis, clinton, plaid. check.  for some reason I spent a lot of time stalking shoes—so cheers to the boys who (on-purpose?) matched, as well as to the guy who marched after me screaming, “what’s wrong with my shoes?” they were okay too. shout out to the capslock reader going to oz next week and a sparkly nose stud. not the guy wearing it. just the stud. and as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it. And I said, well that’s, one thing we got.