Well-Soiled Machine

In my last post, I mentioned that I got insanely sick with an awful respiratory infection after spending a few days out shooting (and so did several friends). It’s now been three weeks, and my chest cough is still killing me.

We Are All in the Gutter

I don’t like this building. It was probably something really special once upon a time, but there’s nothing left here now, and it’s incredibly depressing. It is so ruined and covered in tags and dangerous (I just missed a murder here