ice-bat & the soviet rabbit

FCUK faux leather jacket from eight years ago, knit circle scarf, vintage soviet hat

My inane day climaxed with me retreating up the stairs to the guest bedroom (pictured above) where I proceeded to fling myself on the bed and weep into Ice-bat (the blue one, the original) after having run out of the living room on the line "Why is everyone around me such an asshole?!" I thought about all the times Ice-bat and I had traipsing around the Bywater, the 9th Ward, doing rails of cocaine off of the console of my car, spending the night with mustachioed men in shotgun apartments. Going to brunch. Grilling eggplant. Hiding out with a three-legged cat & watching Jarmusch's Mystery Train in a dilapidated mansion on Magazine St. Ice-bat and I, we've been through a lot together over the last 8 years. We are comrades.