Grant Gilliland

Earlier this morning, caught up in the thick brain fog, I decided to try out my hang glider off the porch. My deformed skull can still manage to squeeze these out. For the rest of the day, i’ll be floating above Pier 39 and dropping old socks and roofies into the funnel cakes of Sunday tourists.

Dannio Flax.

Contents of my emptied pockets…8/25/2006.

Early morning commute.