Boom

Cop

(Setting: 11:30pm, parking-lot of AMC theatres)
Travis: Escuse me sir. This might sound ridiculous, but could I maybe take a picture of you?
Cop: (stares)
Travis: (stares back)
Cop: (stares)
Travis: (stares back, starting to feel awkward)
Cop: (stares)
Travis: (ponders is the cop is dead)
Cop: (stares)
Travis: Hmmm?
Cop: You want...to take...a picture of me.
Travis: Well yeah. If you're willing.
Cop: I guss it won't hurt. Hold on.
(Cop proceeds to talk on the radio for 5 minutes while Travis waits patiently, moving his foot up and down on the curb to occupy his time)
Cop: Alright, I'm read now.
Travis: Awesome. Thanks for doing this by the way, I promise you'll be famous.
Cop: (laughs) Great. You want the lights on?
Travis: Yeah! That'd be sweet.
Cop: (starts the engine and turns the four ridiculously luminous lights on)
Travis: (While squinting) Alright. !...2...3!

Impalpable

Yeah, not sure what this piece means. I simply took a picture and tried to make it feel like something. It's interesting how things turn out in the end.

I'm beginning to understand why modern artists are so freakin' rich these days - they can make anything out of nothing and make that anything seem like something.

Oxford quote: "Oh my gosh, this represents my life so well."

Bailey