Friday, November 30, 2007
The Story
Somewhere, carved into limestone in an ancient tongue, there is a backstory that explains the events captured in this picture.
It is a story handed down from father to son. Mother to daughter. Parrot to cheese grater.
It is a story of family. Friends. Japanese food. Wasabe. Modern art wall frescos. A blonde in a see-through mesh top. A brunette with a sexy shoulder.
And a steaming scrotebag with disjoined head proudly displaying his abs.
It is an epic tale that makes no coherent sense whatsoever. Or, to use a modern analogy, anything by John Irving.
