So you know that one blooper where Mads is trying to get the potato to land on his knife (I really could make an innuendo about his knife and potatoes but I’m NOT) and keeps failing? And the potato is maimed to various degrees of intensity depending on the take? Well, I was thinking about it and I was wondering:
How many potatoes did it take for them to get the shot?
Like, how many potatoes did the prop department have to peel before Mads was successful? 5?10?100?? Half those prop people are probably never going to be able to look at a potato again without imagining peeling a large number on set in rapid succession all for about 2 second of show time…
Or did they think they’d only need one or two potatoes and then had to rush to the store to buy more? Like, Bryan Fuller flying through the aisles of Aldi grabbing every single potato he can find while the cashier wondered if there was a second potato famine they don’t know about..
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, I had somebody that I cared about. It was a partner…. somebody I had to look after. And in this world, that sort of shit’s good for one thing — gettin’ ya killed. So you know what I did? I wisened the fuck up and realized it’s gotta be just me.
Reita and Uruha vs a girl who has a boyfriend and four fuck buddies (Rajigaze 2/17)
Dark Side Mail
Reita (reading mail): “Last time Ruki and Kai were doing the radio, I sent them mail asking for advice because I was meeting one of my guy friends and he told me to come in something sexy, and I didn’t know what to wear. Kai was like, ‘so this is your boyfriend then?’ but he’s not my boyfriend, he’s just a friend with benefits. He has a family, and I have a boyfriend as well, but this guy is a lot more well-off financially, and can give me experiences that my boyfriend can’t, so I hang out with him sometimes. But I don’t consider it cheating, I think it’s the same as just going out to eat. My boyfriend is who I really love; it’s still better than if we were married and I was having an affair. I just want to experience everything I can before I’m married. I guess most people would think it’s bad, wouldn’t they. I have three other [friends with benefits], but I guess I should break it off with all of them and be loyal to my boyfriend? All my girl friends do this too, so I don’t really know the general opinion. Please tell me!”
Uruha: OH!!!!! This is a cheating bitch isn’t it!!!
Reita: Well…….yep that’s exactly what this is.
Uruha: That’s messed up…
Reita: But she doesn’t feel that way, she thinks it’s no different from just going out to eat with someone.
Uruha: It’s that kinda casual relationship [people have] these days…
Reita: Well this is just how she personally feels about it…
Uruha: And the guy is married too, right?
Reita: Yeah yeah yeah, like I wonder how his wife feels about it…like, the girl is saying it’s more acceptable than if she were married and cheating
Uruha: Uh she is already cheating lmao
Reita: Like I don’t know if I’d call it acceptable…anyway she says most people would probably think it’s bad, what do you think about that?
Uruha: I don’t know, I feel like so many people are doing the same thing, so you can’t really get anyone’s honest opinion about it…people just kind of let it slide, you know? Like, oh my friends are doing it, so whatever.
Reita: Yeah, for sure.
Uruha: That’s how behaviour spreads among the human race. [ALIEN CONFIRMED]
Reita: …Are you mad?
Uruha: It’s the same with drugs.
Reita: Right, drugs, and disease…
Uruha: Oh am I allowed to talk about this?
Reita: Yeah yeah it’s fine
Uruha: Well, I mean, people start doing it because everybody’s doing it, you know?
Uruha: Mhm…I mean, it would be nice if we could spread good things…
Uruha: But this….this isn’t good, like…have some self-consciousness.
Reita: Self-consciousness (laughs)
Reita: And like she’s doing this with three other people…
Uruha: Well that’s not surprising.
Reita: I guess her boyfriend can’t satisfy her sexually?
Uruha: No I don’t think so…I think she really does value true love…but she’s just getting influenced by people around her…she thinks she needs more [partners]…to you know like…look better? Idk
Reita: Ohh, socially? So she can brag like, I have this many..
Uruha: Yeah, you know, like that…
Uruha: No, not pyramid…
Reita: Oh, like Caste?
Uruha: Yeah, like Caste!
this is what they are talking about i’m screaming
if u have no fuck buddies ur a farm worker
Reita: I guess you gotta have more, huh?
Reita: When is she gonna stop tho? I mean, she can’t just keep going forever…
Reita: I mean, she has a boyfriend and everything.
Uruha: Yeah….I think when she get’s older, she will realize.
Reita: Yeh maybe…ya ok…..but what I really wanna know is, what did she end up wearing?
Uruha: Well Kai said she’s not allowed [to wear something sexy] so…
Reita: Oh, if it’s not her boyfriend?
Reita: Well, if that guy wasn’t married, I could still see it being kinda okay [wearing something sexy not cheating lol] but since he is, like…there has to be some restrictions, you know…
Uruha: Hmm….yeah….this wasn’t Dark, this was just…heavy…
Super weird, but a reaction (BTS or Got7, either’s fine) to their girlfriend’s medication making her super…excitable (if ya know what I mean) pleeyuz!
“Did you take your medi-, never mind, I don’t even have to ask. Get off the couch, it’s not a trampoline or anything, you nerd! You’re being funny, but don’t break the couch! The others will murder me!”
“Okay, calm down you. Let’s go out for a run before you break down the entire dorm or break Coco in half, Mark and Youngjae would kill the two of us. Ah, I love seeing you excited and happy.”
“You on your medication? Uh; nevermind, you are! Want to go out and do something? Want to workout? Want to sing? Dance? Let’s dance! You always wanted to learn our dances; now’s the chance, you cutie.”
“Taken your meds? Come here and let’s watch a movie, I’m not letting you go out alone after last time. I still can’t believe you came home with a cat because you found it ‘too cute to not take with you’!”
“Why are you giggling? What are you planning? Oh god, Coco? Where’s Coco? Thank god, let’s go out for a run and let’s take her with us, to get your energy level a bit less because I don’t want Coco in a Superman-suit again!”
“How about we go and annoy the others? Like we always do but this time even worse? Let’s prank them; oh god, you’re already getting things ready. Hold up and let’s think this through!”
“Uh, you’re being really excited, something happening? Wait, I’m confused, why are you laughing? What are you doing? Oh right! Your medication, you scared me for a second there. Want to dance now?”
“Answer me Y/N.” Yoongi growled stepping closer not taking his eyes off of Jimin. His face was a bright shade of red and his breathing was unsteady.
“It’s not wha-” I choked out trying to make words come out as clear as they could.
“Then what the FUCK IS IT?” He shouted, “Huh Y/N? EXPLAIN.” He hissed grabbing my wrist pulling me closer to him. I grimaced at his touch and struggled to release myself from his grip sobbing.
Jimin quickly steps in taking my wrist in one hand and pushing Yoongi’s chest away in another. Yoongi falls back catching himself before he could fall and tries to regain his balance.
“Don’t. fucking. touch. her.” Jimin raised his voice at him growling. I felt my heart inside my chest pounding louder than I thought was possible, I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like a mess but I didn’t care. I was more scared of what was going to happen next and was trying to figure out why the hell Yoongi reacted the way he did.
“What the hell do you want from her man?” Jimin roared, “Haven’t you done enough?”
“Jimin calm down” I cried trying to get his attention on me instead of Yoongi because God knows what else could happen.
“Fuck you. You don’t fucking know anything!” Yoongi snarled running his hands through his hair, “Y/N let’s go.” He turned to me, “Now.”
Jimin stepped in front of me blocking me from Yoongi, “You must be insane if you think I’m going to let that happen.”
Yoongi charged up to Jimin grabbing him by the collar and pushing him to the wall at full force. “Who the fuck are you to tell me that?” He screamed. “You’re not her hero! You don’t fucking know what she wants!” Suddenly I saw Yoongi’s fist flying in the air landing on Jimin’s face and before I could step in both of them were at each other’s throats. Without thinking I threw myself in the middle and pushed Yoongi off screaming at them to both stop, both boys were out of breath grunting in pain and for what felt like hours no one said a word. It wasn’t until I got my sobbing under control that I noticed a bitter taste in my mouth. Blood. I brought my hand to my face and sure enough my lip was bleeding. I groaned in frustration and looked both of them dead in the eyes.
“What the fu-” They started to say realizing what happened.
“I don’t care who the fuck it was this is ridiculous,” I hissed, “Yoongi, what are you doing here?” I spat turning my attention to him.
“You weren’t answering your damn phone Y/N,” he responded softening his eyes once his eyes met mine. “So I came over wondering what was going on but I didn’t expect this shit.” He cursed shooting daggers at Jimin.
“You should go back to your girlfriend Yoongi,” I mumbled tearing my gaze away and looking at the floor.
“No. Not until you tell me who the hell this little shit is,” He barked moving closer to me, “Who is he Y/N?”
“You heard her Yoongi, get back to your girlfriend.” Jimin mockingly answered for me, “And by the way.. if you really want Y/N to be happy then leave her alone.”
I remained quiet knowing Yoongi was expecting an answer from me and when it didn’t come he growled in anger hitting the wall behind him leaving us with three words, “This isn’t over.” And with that.. he was gone.
I heard Jimin let out a deep breath and he brought his hand up to my busted lip with guilty eyes.
“I have a first aid kit inside my car, let me fix that up.” He hesitantly said. I didn’t give him an answer and instead looked at the gym building. Crap. It’s been at least an hour since he’s been outside with me, I started to panic at the thought of him not going back to work because of my stupid problems.
“What about work Jimin?” I asked, “shit you’re probably going to be in trouble because of me.” I began to feel bad and thought if I never came outside none of this would’ve happened.
“Don’t worry, I’ll just call them and tell them something came up.” He reassured me.
He grabbed my hand and I felt myself relax, “Let’s go get you cleaned up Y/N.” I nodded and followed him to his car reminding myself I need to somehow repay him for everything he’s done.
“Get in” He ordered opening the passenger door of his car, “I’ll go get the first aid, it’s in my trunk.”
I got inside and ran my fingers through my hair with endless thoughts running through my head. I had so many questions, but no answers. What the hell just happened? I snapped back to reality when I heard Jimin get inside the car with the first aid kit in hand. Opening it he shakingly got the things he needed, “Let me see Y/N,” He said gently grabbing my face. I did as he told me and grimaced in pain once he touched the cut.
“Please make it fast,” I mumbled closing my eyes in hope that would ease the pain. He nodded and my mind once again went elsewhere and began to feel a huge dread of guilt once I remembered Yoongi’s face when I told him to leave, he looked hurt. It was like I disappointed him tonight, and that felt much worse than this stupid busted lip.
“Thank you,” I whispered, “For everything. For what you did tonight. You surely didn’t have to step in for me. I’m sorry about Yoongi, he shouldn’t have hit you.” I added looking down at my trembling hands.
“You don’t have to apologize. If I wasn’t there you would’ve went with him and he would’ve sweet talked you making you feel amazing until you were left hurt.” He replied a little too harshly.
Truth is.. Jimin was right. As much as it hurts to hear, he was absolutely correct. If I never left my house I would’ve picked up his calls and agreed to whatever he had to say. I would’ve thrown myself in this cycle all over again. But the worst part of this fucked up situation is that I regret not leaving with Yoongi. A part of me wishes I could go back in time and stayed in bed and just waited.
“I-I should go I have work in the morning and my head feels like it’s going to explode.” I said, “But thank you Jimin, I really am thankful for everything you did tonight.” I added covering my face in my hands.
“Let me atleast take you home.” He pleaded, “I know a lot happened tonight, and there is no way I’m letting you go alone” I looked up at him and smiled nodding at him.
“We can walk from here,” I began to say, “I don’t live far I promise.”
“Sounds good to me, that means more time with you.” He responded immediately. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I certainly didn’t need a mirror to see that I was blushing.
We got out of the car and I led him to the direction of my house. I noticed he started walking slower than me and I chuckled to myself and caught on to what he was doing.
“What’s so funny?” He asked pouting at me.
“I didn’t laugh!” I gasped pretending I didn’t know what he was talking about.
His eyes widened “YA! You just did!” He accused. This time I let out a laugh and slapped his arm out of habit.
“I just think it’s cute how you’re walking slower than I thought was possible.” I explained tucking my hair behind my ear to get it out of my face as we made it to the front of my door.
“Well if you think it’s that cute then why don’t you give me your number?” He blurted out smirking at me. I shot my head up at him and smirked back, “A little too early for that don’t you think? We barely know eachother” I replied.
“I mean I did fight your asshole of an ex tonight, that is pretty big for barely knowing each other.” He noted with a grin on his face.
“Ahh you got me there” I said, “How bout this… hmm let’s meet again, if you show up then I’ll think about it.”
He nodded at me and agreed “Same time tomorrow then?” He asked.
“Same time tomorrow.” I confirmed making my way to my door.
I woke up the next morning to my alarm and I quickly got ready for another at work. I grabbed my phone and to my surprise I had a dozen texts and calls from Yoongi the most recent text being at 4am.
“Please get back to me Y/N”
“I can’t sleep”
“Please call me back.”
I sighed and the guilt started rushing in. Why was he acting like this? Ever since our breakup he never acted like he still cared about me. I should’ve never went to that gym, I should’ve stayed and answered Yoongi. I huffed and decided I would text him back later that day.
Work was surprisingly busy and before I knew it, my shift was over. I made it home and made myself some food for dinner. I ate my meal while scrolling through my phone and I noticed a follow request. Park_jimin. I smiled to myself debating on accepting him or not, guess he was too impatient on waiting for my number. I clicked on his profile and I found myself scrolling through his pictures and grinning like a child. I glanced at the time and realized it was almost 8pm, instantly I got up and proceeded to wash the dishes. Once I was finished I changed into decent clothes and plopped on my couch to watch some TV. I wasn’t supposed to meet Jimin for another two hours so I had some time before I had to go. Around twenty minutes later I felt my phone vibrate next to me. From Yoongi: I love you Y/N. My mind wandered over to the thought of Yoongi and I felt my heart sink. I couldn’t get the look of his face off my head, no matter how hard I tried. Should I even go with Jimin? Am I being stupid for this? Maybe I should just stay in tonight, who am I kidding thinking I’m actually ready to meet some other guy when I’m clearly not over my ex. I moved my fingers over the keyboard as I began to type out a reply.
“I love you too.”sent.
I woke up to a bang and I jolted up from the couch startled only to find the sound came from the TV I forgot to turn off. I grunted dragging myself across the floor trying to fully wake myself up. It was then I realized my apartment was dark and I ran to the window seeing it was still night. I grabbed my phone checking the time 9:43pm it read. In all honesty I was hoping I’d sleep through the night, more because I did want to avoid meeting Jimin. But at the same time, I was happy that I woke up. I walked over to my bathroom and splashed water on my face then looked at myself in the mirror. I took one last breath before I changed my mind and I found myself heading towards my front door. Well Y/N… it’s now or never.
I paced down the sidewalk moving slower than usual as I made my way to the one spot I knew a little too well. As I got closer I refused to see if he was there yet or not, I kept my eyes glued to the ground stepping on every leaf that I managed to find. Eventually I looked up and my stomach dropped when I saw the spot was empty. I sighed and sat down putting headphones in my ears to listen to music as I waited. It was around a fully playlist of songs later that I starting to grow impatient and checked the time.
“Is he really not coming?” I thought frowning to myself. Annoyed I stood up and began to make my way home. I reached the sidewalk and suddenly felt a hand on shoulder stopping me in my tracks.
I turned around and came face to face with Jimin. “I was just leaving” I mumbled under my breath.
I noticed he wasn’t in his usual work clothes and instead was wearing a simple black t-shirt with ripped jeans. As simple as the outfit seemed, he made it look.. good.
“What? Why?” He responded with a sad look on his face.
“What do you mean why? I got here almost an hour ago, I thought you weren’t going to show up.” I harshly replied. His face softened and he smiled. I raised my eyebrow at him confused.
“Actually Y/N you’re wrong,” He informed, “I was here before you actually and as creepy as it sounds I was watching you the whole time.” He finished with a grin on his face.
I widened my eyes, “What? Jimin you creep what’s the point of that?” I hissed wanting to wipe that smile off his face.
“I wanted to see how long you’d wait, and it seems like you’re not a patient person.” I rolled my eyes at him softly hitting him on the shoulder.
“It seems like you aren’t either considering you already sent me a follow request.” I replied smirking at him.
He chuckled, “I thought you weren’t going to show up, so I had to find you on my own just in case.” I blushed at his response. “I’m just really glad you came.” He added.
I saw him reach inside his pockets taking his keys out and waved them in the air looking at me, “Care for some ice cream?” He asked and I eagerly nodded following him to his car. We got in and put our seatbelts on and Jimin began driving. “So how have you been?” Jimin asked making me giggle, “It’s been a day Jimin,” I replied still laughing.
“Well… how was your day Y/N?” He confidently asked not taking his eyes off the road.
“It was good I guess,” I responded “It was busy at work and I didn’t do much when I got home, what about your day?”
“For the most part I stayed in bed the whole day, did usual adult responsibilities, and spent a good while trying to find anything that led to you.” He shamelessly said, “believe it or not it took me a long time to find your profile.” He huffed coming to a stop at a red light.
I shook my head at him, “Not even you just weren’t looking hard enough.” I lightly teased causing him to look at me.
He scoffed at me “I ended up finding it didn’t I?”
I stuck my tongue out at him, “I want ice cream!” I whined throwing a small tantrum.
“Aish you child! We’re almost there!”
I nodded satisfied as I saw him pulling into the parking lot and once he parked I immediately got out running towards the entrance.
“Hurry up you old man they’re almost closing!” I impatiently yelled seeing him take his time walking. He chuckled jogging to the front door and opened the door for us.
It took me less than two minutes to pick what flavor I wanted while it took Jimin a whole fifteen minutes to decide on what he wanted. We got our ice cream and left the shop just as they switched the sign from open to closed.
“Who takes fifteen minutes to pick a flavor?” I asked in disbelief while eating a spoonful of my treat.
“Ahh Y/N you don’t understand” he replied rolling his eyes at me, “I needed time to see what my body wanted tonight.”
I let out a laugh mumbling something about him being ridiculous and continued walking along the sidewalk.
“Thanks for the ice cream by the way.” I said eating another spoonful happily. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I went to check it. I sighed seeing that it was more texts from Yoongi and decided to ignore them turning my attention back to Jimin. However he caught on to the frown on my face and raised his eyebrow.
“Is that him?” He curiously asked.
I nodded, “Can we not talk about Yoongi tonight?” I added looking at his face for an answer.
His face lit up “That sounds good to me.”
I put my phone back in my pocket and continued eating stealing a spoonful of Jimin’s ice cream. He pouted shooting me a look.
“I swear you’re a child.” He mumbled.
“I know” I responded shrugging my shoulders.
“About your phone number..” he hesitantly asked looking at his feet.
“Give me your phone.” I bluntly said causing a puzzled look on his face, “so I can put my phone number on there.” I pointed out. He stuffed his hands in his pockets grabbing his phone and handed it to me with a beaming smile on his face.
Maybe things were looking up for me..
Two weeks quickly went by and I found myself spending all my time at work. A manager position opened up at work and for as long as I could remember I was throwing myself into long hours of overtime to earn the position. I constantly told myself not to give up hope and it eventually paid off when my boss called me telling me I got the position. Although it meant more hours, it also meant more money and skills. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel useless and that made me more happy than I thought it would. I sent Namjoon a text informing him about the good news and he congratulated me promising me a night to celebrate later that week. I also sent Jimin a text and he insisted on taking me out to eat to celebrate, I texted back a yes and made my way to my bathroom to get ready for the night.
I got out of my car texting Jimin letting him know I was here and sat on a bench in front of the restaurant occupying myself with my phone. I heard a car door open and I looked up to see Jimin getting out walking towards me.
“Y/N! Congratulations!” Jimin exclaimed pulling me into a tight hug.
“Thank you Jiminie!” I squealed, “I’m so happy and thank you for taking me out.”
“We have to celebrate of course!” He replied leading me inside the restaurant. We then got seated and both of us immediately reached for the menu trying to find what to order.
“I’m buying you a drink.” Jimin stated looking at the alcohol menu.
I shot him a look, “ahh you know I don’t really drink.” I whined.
“I’m not taking no for answer, it’s just one drink”
Rolling my eyes I realized one drink wouldn’t hurt and agreed. I started telling him all the new benefits I would get and the raise I earned and he eagerly listened. The drinks came out before the food and I hesitantly took a sip. I made a face at the strong taste and Jimin laughed at me taking it away keeping it for himself. By then the food got there and we started eating taking a bite of each other’s food here and there. As I was taking another bite of my burger I spotted Jimin’s expression darken and swallowed my food, “What’s up?” I curiously asked following his stare only for it to land on one person we both didn’t want to see. Yoongi. To make things worse it wasn’t just Yoongi, it was her too. She however didn’t seem to notice us and even if she did I certainly don’t think she knows anything about me. My heart sank and I felt my throat close seeing her. She was beautiful, it’s no wonder why he chose her. Both Jimin and Yoongi were glaring at each other and even from tables away I could feel how tense the room was. Yoongi looked pissed. We met eyes and I looked away as fast as I could averting my attention back to Jimin. His fists were clenched and I softly grabbed them making him relax.
“We should go.” I stuttered grabbing my things. Jimin nodded and asked for the check and we both hurried out of there as fast as we could. We both walked in silence to my car, “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t think he’d be there.” Jimin spoke up grabbing my face making me look at him.
“Don’t apologize” I said with tears in my eyes, “It’s not your fault.”
He forced a smile and opened my car door, “Want to get dessert?”
I shook my head “I have to be up early tomorrow, I think I’m going to call it a night plus don’t you have a night shift soon mister?” I said giving him a stern look.
He gave me a pout, “You’re right, but I’m coming over tomorrow after you get off. I want to know all about your first day as manager.” He added grinning at me. I giggled at him throwing myself in his arms.
“Goodnight Jiminie, thank you for tonight” I said getting into my car.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He replied as he closed my door.
“Have a good workout!” I said as I signed the usual customers in at the front desk. I went back to cleaning the machines and having my head wander over to the thought of Y/N. Although tonight could’ve gone way better, I’m glad I still got to be with her. I reached for my phone and saw a goodnight text from her and I smiled to myself. Just as I was about to text her back my manager interrupted me letting me know it was time for my break. I nodded and started walking towards the exit to go to the usual spot. I unlocked my phone and texted Y/N back and went to play some music. From the corner of my eye I saw someone coming closer to me and I turned to get a better look at them.
“Jimin right?” His deep voice said. As he got closer I realized who it was and my fists immediately clenched. He noticed this right away, “No no.. I’m not here to punch you in the face again.” He said smirking at me.
“What the fuck do you want Yoongi.” I snarled at him looking at him with pure disgust.
He let out a small chuckle, “Why are you so defensive? I’m only here to talk.” He calmly said.
I scoffed “Talk? Bullshit.”
“I saw the way you looked at her.” He began, “I know what you want.”
“Yeah?” I sarcastically asked, “then what do I want?”
He looked away and put his hands in his pockets, “You want her to be yours.”
I didn’t answer this time and instead glared at him.
“But guess what” Yoongi whispered stepping closer to me to the point where his face was inches away from mine. “Deep down inside you know she will never love you as much as she loves me.”
“And that kills you.”
author’s note: thank you guys for reading part one! i’m sorry for the wait but i hope you guys like it!! Also thank you to my lovely cousin for editing this @graciela-97 :)
Today I saw my favorite artist, milo, perform live in Minneapolis and it was a trip from start to finish. So it was in a little festival kind of setting, 7 artists played over about 6 and a half hours with milo going second to last. The crowd was a little fatigued by the time he got up but I and his other fans woke right the fuck back up when he got on stage. He played a few songs I new and a few I didn’t (I think from his new album that comes out soonish??) and it was fantastic.
Then he started deliberately getting feedback on his mic. Maybe he was just being silly, but because of what I know about milo and of what happened after I think this had more to do with a ‘what is music?’ experimentation. After all, those are the sounds that he, the musician, is choosing to make so doesn’t that make feedback, usually considered a mistake to be avoided, his music? Kinda John Cage, very much milo’s style.
Then they muted him. Not just the mic that was feeding back but his beats and the mics of the others performing with him, and they refused to turn them on because he was playing with feedback. So milo gives this killer speech to the sound guy, and I only caught some of it on video so I’m working from memory here, saying something like ‘the sound guy is the arbiter of music. This is my show, why did you invite me then censor me?’ I am not even coming close to giving it justice though, it was kinda jaw dropping, and that’s why I think the feedback had more meaning than just being silly. Hell, if I am right about that then the sound guy basically proved the artistic statement for him. Then, after they still wouldn’t give him any sound, he packed up and walked off stage.
Some of the crowd was a little mad that they didn’t get a full show, but most of them were on milo’s side. He was standing by his car packing up and selling merch, so I walked over to talk to him. I shook his hand, rambled about artistic integrity, and gushed about being a huge fan. Dude then apologized to me for not getting a full show. He was so cool and humble about the whole thing, he just wasn’t willing to compromise his art. And ya know what? I think he did the right thing. If he didn’t do those weird experimental things then he wouldn’t really be milo anymore. He took a picture with me and I bought a tape, both to support him as an artist and because there was no way in hell I would walk away from that without some kind of souvenir.
So yeah, part of me is the slightest bit bummed that I didn’t get to see a full milo show, but most of me finds great value in seeing that speech, and having that conversation with him. That show was truly one of a kind as a result (for real that speech was amazing) and I’ll just have to make sure to catch a full show next time he’s in town. As if I wasn’t going to do that anyways.
And @brucewavy if you’re reading this, never compromise. You absolutely did the right thing and it was inspirational as fuck. Your art is worth the clashes with those who oppose it.
TLDR: milo is a badass and I’m even more in love with him and his art than I already was. Unforgettable