I assume this car is a killer.
It is giant.
It was out on the street, next to an entire living room set out as trash.
A lot of trash.
We are trash machines, are we not?
As Ray Bradbury once said, “Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.”
The pain of the duality, to birth more trash than treasures.
That makes me so depressed as I sweat my balls off during these 85º December days.
Another great outfit, most of which was new and none of which was considered “trash,” tossed away to a secondhand store for me to take.
• Sandro t-shirt.
• J.Crew flannel which, technically, is secondhand because I rescued it from a Goodwill donation pile that Bobby made.
• J.Crew shorts that I wear too often.
• Adidas shoes.
• A gay hat.
This was my favorite Honda photo shoot, to be honest.
Can I top this or will there just be more photographic trash made?
The answer is: yes and yes.