OK, I just witnessed the most random thing just happen out on the streets, of my booney ass "college town." I live in the mountains of Virginia, Blacksburg...heard of Michael Vick, yeah he bought crap cassette tapes from my store, complained about the price, whipped out a wad of $20's, paid, and sped off in his Lincoln Navigator. 
Weird shit happens all the time here, and I work at a record store, everyone needs music. EVERYONE. Needless to say customer service is not my cup-a-tea. As I'm smoking my Kamel Red Light, this couple decends upon the streets in, a spectacle. 
He is roughly 6'8''; gifuckingantic in the chest and upper arm area; bleach blonde hair midway down his back; tats up and down the arms; wearing tinyass black jeans and a wifebeater; and ready for the kicker, black emo glasses. So he's a fucking WWC (or whatever it is now that it sucks) wrestler, with emo glasses. She is dressed exactly the same; looks like she could bench press him as well; long stringy black hair down to her ass; eyes sunken in like plums; obviously drunk. 
What conspires, is the interesting part. I'm standing in front of my record store, smoking, with 3 other of my town's "big fish in a little pond" hipster royalty. Across the street from us is the thumping, booty grinding, dance clubs for all the sheep...you know sorostitutes, frat boys, and the generally ugly, follow the book types that grew up MTV grilled into their brains folk. This wrestling, crack smoking couple walks across the street between these two worlds-walk right through my group of smoking smokesters-parade around in front of us-she grabs him-shoots me a look-they turn direction-walk back away from us-some frat boy across the street yells some shit at somebody-chic screams obscenities at the frat boy-emowrestler grabs her by the head-throws it down-she stumbles-they turn the corner and are gone. What the fuck? 
Entertaining to say the least, it's moments like these that convince me that I just need to walk around at all times with a camera running, so I can capture all these random fucked up occurences that happen in DAILY LIFE, turning it into a film, and becoming the genius director/producer that I am. Don't worry, I'm not full of myself, I'm just smart. 
Weird shit happens all the time here, and I work at a record store, everyone needs music. EVERYONE. Needless to say customer service is not my cup-a-tea. As I'm smoking my Kamel Red Light, this couple decends upon the streets in, a spectacle. He is roughly 6'8''; gifuckingantic in the chest and upper arm area; bleach blonde hair midway down his back; tats up and down the arms; wearing tinyass black jeans and a wifebeater; and ready for the kicker, black emo glasses. So he's a fucking WWC (or whatever it is now that it sucks) wrestler, with emo glasses. She is dressed exactly the same; looks like she could bench press him as well; long stringy black hair down to her ass; eyes sunken in like plums; obviously drunk. What conspires, is the interesting part. I'm standing in front of my record store, smoking, with 3 other of my town's "big fish in a little pond" hipster royalty. Across the street from us is the thumping, booty grinding, dance clubs for all the sheep...you know sorostitutes, frat boys, and the generally ugly, follow the book types that grew up MTV grilled into their brains folk. This wrestling, crack smoking couple walks across the street between these two worlds-walk right through my group of smoking smokesters-parade around in front of us-she grabs him-shoots me a look-they turn direction-walk back away from us-some frat boy across the street yells some shit at somebody-chic screams obscenities at the frat boy-emowrestler grabs her by the head-throws it down-she stumbles-they turn the corner and are gone. What the fuck? Entertaining to say the least, it's moments like these that convince me that I just need to walk around at all times with a camera running, so I can capture all these random fucked up occurences that happen in DAILY LIFE, turning it into a film, and becoming the genius director/producer that I am. Don't worry, I'm not full of myself, I'm just smart.
i'm just stupid.