A good day for the city.

So I got out of work pretty nice and early today. Around 5:30. It was good because I got Joe to come out and hang for the day. I had a bunch of things I wanted to pick up around town and he needed to get out of his house since he's been playing World of Warcraft for the past week.

So at 5:30 we met by the fruit stand on Broadway right at the exit of the F train subway stop and went on our way. We hit some clothing stores, that we said we would go back to for sweet Tees but we didn't. Then I got to hit the book store to try and pick up a new read for my long rides home and I got to get Edward Gorey's "The Gashlycrumb Tinies." It's a illustrated macabre children's alphabet book filled with rhymes describing the deaths of 24 children, each with a name for every letter of the alphabet.

We got to St. Marks and we picked up some sweet new hats. I got a green and white trucker (that I plan on stylizing with love) to match this sweet black and green crossbones hoodie, while Joe got this sweet pinstriped fedora. It was naice!

So of course in the city you are expected to see some unique individuals. We were walking and stumbled across the most beautiful crackhead I've ever laid my eyes on. He was mumbling something incoherent to himself and we walked by with eyes wide open. I turned and asked the man if he liked photos and he said "Yah dip doodly dip do da photos gah gah goo!" So I pulled out my camera phone and he posed for me like crackheads like to do, and I promised him a front cover in GQ. I lied but the picture came out sweet.

Pretty isn't he?

Anyways after spending about 85 bucks on all sorts of things, we parted ways on the F train and went home. All in all it was a chillaxed day. Picturific.