the next (next) thing: and through the wire

finally saw Hendrix's grave. tomb, rather. it's surprisingly tidy and austere, utterly unpopulated by bedraggled crowds and mostly devoid of earnest graffiti. perhaps because it's ensconced in the classy bowels of Renton?

the lip-prints bring a rare and welcome sense of ruffianism.

although there was an alm-portal.

and elsewhere, incense.

2nd & Pike. this building is for sale as a historical mixed-use "requiring renovation." I would love to know what the upstairs is like, how gnarly and disrepaired it really is. the teriyaki place has puked meat-fog onto the street for decades. there's that wig shop that no one ever goes into or out of, and some nail place, and various vacant windows covered with tags and smears. I picture these establishments as mere fronts for an underground den of hedonism and dischord. this building reminds me of a sketchy part of downtown Montreal, the area where i procured Canadian mace after mine was confiscated at the airport.

and back in my neighborhood.

it wasn't until I was tweaking the filter on this that I noticed the "little." what the fuck? such a fucking weird and wonderful world we live in!

perpetual sunflower weather.

The Dover, built 1904, 6th & Marion. during the ~1912 regrade the building was jacked up and the entryway was moved and three additional lower floors were built. I went on a creepy blind date years ago with someone who said they lived here. and last year a "basement studio" in this building was renting on Craigslist for $900. according to the pictures (I never called to inquire further) it had illegal 7' ceilings and a tiny street-level window and a hot plate substituting for a kitchen and cement floors, a fine lair for a vampiric serial killer.

I was sitting in the grass at Volunteer Park and a bird shat approximately 3" from my leg. I heard it hit the ground. does that make me less luckier?

I found this photo on my phone and was like "why the fuck did I take this?" I'm sure I was trying to capture the intricate innards of the jawbreaker in an artsy-assed way.

another casualty, 16th & Thomas.

*the interiors of defunct establishments, continued*

The Broadway Grill, closed since ~2013? "the gay Denny's," they called it. the service usually sucked, but they had sidewalk seating and late-night happy hour and it was right there. you could get a $3 well drink and $2 fried motherfuckin' pickles at 1am if you so desired, and blearily dine whilst listening to terrible dance music. seeing plates and salt shakers still expectantly arranged breaks my damn heart.

the Rhino Room. I saw a dude fumbling with the lock the other day. "so is this place closed?" I asked. "oh no no no" he said. but I haven't seen it operational in weeks. it's a great space with awesome windows and a mirrored bar, but it tended to have an eau de douche about it. this used to be a bike shop. I bought a bike here once.