A week after my drugs ran out, I left my bed to perform at the college, deciding at the last minute to skip both the doughnut toss and the march of the headless plush toys. Instead, I just heated up a skillet of plastic soldiers, poured a milkshake over my head and called it a night.
CAMBODIA // SEPTEMBER 2017
You Know You Want One, but you don’t quite know which one. Which phone, which car, which boyfriend, which jacket or sunglasses, which facelift or which political party. The good thing is, you can buy all of these, and you will pretty much get what you pay for. No doubt, we will see you out there, heading for the shop, along with everyone else. Fucking nuts.
INDIA // NOVEMBER 2017
George Hanson: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can’t understand what’s gone wrong with it.
Billy: Man, everybody got chicken, that’s what happened. Hey, we can’t even get into like, a second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel, you dig? They think we’re gonna cut their throat or somethin’. They’re scared, man.
George Hanson: They’re not scared of you. They’re scared of what you represent to ’em.
Billy: Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut.
George Hanson: Oh, no. What you represent to them is freedom.
Billy: What the hell is wrong with freedom? That’s what it’s all about.
From Easy Rider
MOROCCO // OCTOBER 2016