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That One Time I Watched City & Colour Play in the Office of an Ad Agency in Culver City

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Naturally, no one would turn down anything advertised as an “invite- only City in Colour performance” because it’s Dallas Green; I would watch Dallas Green perform in the bottom of a trench off the 15 freeway in the dead of Summer if you offered me the opportunity.

I’d do it with a smile on my face as lack of oxygen and an imminent heat stroke set in to the chorus of “As Much as I Ever Could.”

There’s a lot going on with this story; namely, the fact that it took place in a warehouse turned 21st century “Her-esque” office space. I rummaged through people’s cubicles. I met a Polish woman named Katherine. Subsequently, she became best friends and drinking buddies with esthermiller and I.

The rest of the story— which needs to touch on why they had a fake pay phone in the office (next to the printer of course )— is going to have to come at a later date in some “to be continued” type of way. Till then, enjoy some pictures of Dallas Green.

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These were my business cards for “Shit Off My Bedroom Wall.”
Boxes and boxes of prints stocked up over the last several years. Hacked them and wrote on them. Instant cards. For all those busy photogs with hella discardable prints but no time to hit up Vista Print; this is it right here. 

These were my business cards for “Shit Off My Bedroom Wall.”

Boxes and boxes of prints stocked up over the last several years. Hacked them and wrote on them. Instant cards. For all those busy photogs with hella discardable prints but no time to hit up Vista Print; this is it right here. 

This one image sums up like 70% of Chuo’s existence.

This one image sums up like 70% of Chuo’s existence.

April 12, 2014
JHFcrew yard in Muscoy, Ca
35mm

April 12, 2014

JHFcrew yard in Muscoy, Ca

35mm

Aprill 11, 2014

Miss Chief band practice + random turn up.

Cameo by my flip flops.

The fact that he always wants me to write more is such a pretentious thing.

He knows the topic of discussion will always be him.

"I like when you do your informal writings," he says. This unique relationship we’re trying to hone is tiring and highly out of character given my declaration as a self righteous dick with a fear of being seen as weak

Like fuck— he makes me weak.

He’s the last person I expect compliments from and the first person I think of when asked if I’ve ever been in love. The complexity involved with his status in my life has been the cause of so may introspective thought sessions and my reasoning for any number of impulsive things. 

If I could get him out of my head I would.

Then revisit him as a stranger and coyly ask him out for coffee to hear him talk about politics and the renaissance.

Shit Off My Bedroom Wall

April 12 at La Bomba 195 W. 2nd Pomona, Ca