Mar Caribe at the Hideout
Behind the music
Grit and the Double Knit
Ivy League campus?
Nope, Chuck Testa!
Tijuana Hercules
Walk on whispers of yesterday.
Anywhere but home, James.
For some reason, this picture reminds me of a drawing my grandma did. It was in a journal of hers that she wrote during the 1920’s when she ran away from home. The drawing was of a flapper-looking lady, complete with fishnet stockings, long necklaces and headband, who had clearly been drinking and she was saying, “Anywhere but home, James.” It just seems to me like that flapper-drawing lady would live here.
Time traveling again.
“Tyger, tyger burning bright…”
“A facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.”
Time traveling.
Sons of Susan at The Honky Tonk
