“I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…”
— Hunter S. Thompson (via nedhepburn)
2:08 am • 4 April 2013 • 189 notes
This is awesome and I can’t imagine who it was intended for… Thanks mom.
10:56 pm • 29 March 2013
French Tool etching press 36” x 64”, one of the first presses made by Andre Beaudoin.
It breaks my heart.
2:19 am • 26 March 2013 • 68 notes
Setting up to wipe a big old copper plate with my 2 favorites. #sgci2013
11:33 am • 23 March 2013 • 2 notes
Making a mosaic earlier today with teenagers at a community arts organization #saturday
1:29 am • 17 March 2013 • 1 note
Baby it’s sad outside. #sunday #whiskey #chilimac
6:56 pm • 10 March 2013
At the Bottom Lounge on Saturday for the end of chiditarod. #chicago
6:34 pm • 5 March 2013
This is pretty much exactly how I feel about finally having a bed.
(Source: lordsofdisney, via mbloveslonglashes)
10:02 pm • 4 March 2013 • 809 notes