Saturday, December 8, 2012

Postcards from the Derelict

On this day i went to the closest i'll get to what one might call church...

 Outside Jacks Bar, 9:45 am, hello to the dole...

Inside Jack's... the Breakfast of Champions...

the nightstand

Rollin' like the police...

All i want for X-mas...

Through the drinking glass...

7 comments:

The Unbearable Banishment said...

Nice montage. You should do more of them. PBR + Parliament is like peanut butter + jelly.

twin said...

Happy Holidays.....hug those beautiful boys.

Kono said...

UB- thank you sir, all taken with my shitty Iphone 3.

Twin- Same to you sweetheart, big ups to the V-man and i hug those two boyos every chance i get even if they do tend to drive me batshit crazy.

Chef Files said...

Drop in at New Year for the bells, I'll see you with the blackest of black in your hand until well past the dawn.

daisyfae said...

you know i'm falling in love with you, right?

always have the next stout lined up before the first is empty. good barman...

JMH said...

I would buy these postcard prints if I saw them in a store. The last is my favorite.

I like to send postcards to strangers. Not weird or threatening, just matter-of-fact. The phone book has to be good for something other then helping me reach the light bulb.

It's nice to get mail, y'know?

kid said...

the Crown Vic...yours??

and a bar snapshot with a burning cigarette in winter daylight is enough for this native son to get homesick.