Come on, let's move it

I feel like this should be a poster.
(From the archives: A message from John, about why he's been out of touch, ca. 2005. Tantalizing tidbit: "As I’m walking through the apartment with my understandably rubbernecking neighbors in tow, I realize that the four big bullets have gone through the bedroom window, through the bedroom wall, across the living room and into and through the opposite wall, where there’s a sliding glass door that opens out onto my balcony.")
Labels: John Moran
1 Comments:
I am doubly flattered now, to see the reference to my post-shoot-'em-up message!
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