They're everywhere. Bars, grocery stores, churches. No matter the time, no matter place. And the moment you finally thought it was safe to leave the house, there they were. This time, let 'em have it. This time, let the world know who they really are...on The Creepbook.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Red Line Recluse

You could not be more uninviting. Sunglasses on even though we're in and underground tunnel, hood up even though your inside a fucking subway car, headphones blaring death metal music, and the use of your coat sleeve as a Kleenex. Welcome to life, buddy.

Chicago, IL

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