Art: self-portrait

So. You’re walking down Sunset and a guy who looks like he’s maybe hungover walks toward you, deliberately, and you’ve been mugged before so you know that isn’t what’s happening because it’s not that kind of deliberate, but he’s saying something to you and he’s kind of mumbling but you definitely catch “revenge,” and you’re trying to come up with a split-second escape plan but the baby is on your back so your exit strategy can’t involve turning around and oh gee whiz, maybe you should have paid more attention when you got dressed because he was just reading your shirt.

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Purchased from Fussy.org.

(I am pretty sure my boobs are not really larger than my head. It’s forced perspective.)

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