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I went to this thing. I thought it was okay but I don’t understand why every time I go to a Reed Space thing, it’s so goddamned hot in there. Not only that, it also smells like beer. Doesn’t that make the store smelly for the clothes? I don’t know, you tell me.

Anyway, I went there for ONE main reason and that was to meet James Jean. Unfortunately he was not there. I was so disappointed.

Okay, there were a bunch of other artists there but come on, JAMES JEAN, you know? Seriously, his art is the reason I still hold on to my dreams (tear-drop).

I just wanted to talk to him, let him know “Thank you James Jean” but he wasn’t there. Total rip-off.

Okay, not a total rip-off, the pieces themselves were fantastic. Many of them were really great. I enjoyed seeing work on canvas for a change.

I was invited to a Scion thing before but what the hell does Scion think will happen? Sorta like an up-market trickle effect? Like, “Oooohhh Scion IS cool, I’ll buy one cause they had an event for those cool kids.” Eh, whatever. Listen Toyota, you wanna sell some cars, make them so that it’ll be the final one I’ll ever have to buy. Okay, that’s probably not possible but make it atleast so that I don’t have to get another one for another like 20 years. A party w/ free beer and some paintings is not going to sell me a car.

Oh, by the way, what the fuck? I was stuck on the F train for an extra hour because they had to fix some shit. Apparently the V train stopped somewhere and I literally didn’t have a goddamned thing to do for an extra hour, hour and a half. I didn’t bring a book. Now I’m just ranting. Man, I love ranting. Ranting is so great.

I saw Jeff Staple. He’s a nice guy, I guess, I don’t know, I’ve never really spoken to him for longer than 2 seconds. What the hell would I talk to him about? “Uhmmm… good job selling stuff.” I don’t know, whatever, please leave me the fuck alone. Thanks for visiting.