Freeman started going nuts on the trolley...thats when we knew we'd be attacked by aliens...
Pictures from the early fall, whence N and I spent our time finding squats, eating from the cans and the sters. Biking around, hanging out, sleaping outside in that cubby behind the grocery store...until they stole our pepperoni stash and the drunk home bums peed in it...a loading dock blanket I stole kept us extra warm in our sleaping bags, and the cardboard under us made the concrete softer. The romance!
Now thats what I call product placment. But dont worry kids, that ghastly carbonated beverage is recycled from some fool consumer! Ignore it, do not nor ever hunger for the fizz. If you do, you lose, and this is no game....
he knows...he KNOWS
Foods?
FOODS?!
FOOOODS!!!
*food dance*
Our version of the mall rat. Yes; EATING TRASH
New shoes anyone?
Now thats what I call product placment. But dont worry kids, that ghastly carbonated beverage is recycled from some fool consumer! Ignore it, do not nor ever hunger for the fizz. If you do, you lose, and this is no game....
he knows...he KNOWS
Foods?
FOODS?!
FOOOODS!!!
*food dance*
Our version of the mall rat. Yes; EATING TRASH
New shoes anyone?