When I was growing up, my mom was always on the phone. I couldn’t understand why. It didn’t seem like she was saying much. She talked about the social dynamics of altar society, which is something to do with people that set up church functions. I thought it was kind of silly. Now, I find myself doing that. Of course I’m not talking about church functions. Of course.

Since the public transit is free for me*, I’ll go down town for no particular reason expecting to randomly find something to do. After I get off the train I quickly realize I have no plan. Being by myself I’ll want to give someone a call. Usually what happens is I see a woman that reminds me of my mom so I’ll want to call her.

Yesterday I was going to go to the art museum until I remembered that art is totally retarded. Instead I gave my mom a call. I talked to her about being related to John L. Sullivan because one of our cousins in England has been researching our family tree. John L. Sullivan was last heavy weight boxing champion before boxers started wearing gloves. Boxing, unlike art, is totally sweet and fucking awesome.

*A benefit of protecting our democracy by being a photographer