Excerpt from one of my favourite books.

Brad Pritchard appears at my window; nose to the sky, fingers pointed at his shoes.
"Air Maxes," he states. "New."
He stands with his eyes shut, waiting for me to blow a fucken kiss, or break down weeping or something. Asshole.
I lift my leg to the window. "Jordan New Jacks."
He squints momentarily before pointing at my Nikes. "Old," he explains patiently. Then he points at his. "NEW."
I point at his, "Price of a Barbie camper." Then at mine, "Price of a medium-range corporate jet."
~ Vernon God Little (DBC Pierre)

Modern American literature. Truly awesome read.

When i was in Germany I bought myself a pair of Nike Air Jordan 1's.
I found a job in a restaurant on the top floor of a warehouse. It's as fun as it sounds. ;D
When my study kicks off again, i'm bound to start posting new stuff so wait for that. Until then, there's some drawings that still need to be finished. At the moment i'm staying at my parents' place so it will take a while. Can't wait for lowlandsss.

Hope you are all still doing okay~
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