BiG GULP, 2020
Inkjet print on paper
29 x 21 cm

Peacocking, showing off a shaven chest to the Californian lumps of jelly.

It’s been 2 days since i fucked up the area code on my phone and lost her number so now feels like the time to catch some sunshine.

Will took the lead. took out another joint. we followed, and soon we’re driving at no more than 30. the edible had started kicking in and and even he backed off. the drunk bitch. high as fuck going 10 miles and hour. felt like he was hammering her. talking about stalks. 

Driving through Nevada desert, sit with us. Califonia i love you. no other place in the world. the singalong to the backstreet boys are back broke my high and now i was sitting in the back seat terrified for my life. will wanted to stop driving but we’re driving down this dirt track, parallel to the main road in the middle of the country and we didn’t even know where we were. it wasn’t the 101. we arrived at the french riviera hotel at 5 but it felt like 1 in the morning. we woke up at 6 the next day.