Friday, July 23, 2010

What Form Rejection Means to Me

Running shoes. 4 miles of tarred roads. 85 degrees. 90% humidity. Vultures in pursuit.



Steve takes pictures


The Uncontest

7 comments:

salarsenッ said...

You forgot the towel to wipe your brow.

No really, I felt it. Nice.

Matthew Rush said...

Well said Bryan.

Mira said...

I'm exhausted just looking at that picture.

I need to go lie down now.

Lenny said...

im handing you some water cause youre gonna need it for sure.
...smiles from lenny

The Rejectionist said...

FIVE MILES EACH DAY TOP THIS SUFFERING SIRRAH

Bryan Russell (Ink) said...

With the humidity it was 113 degrees when I ran today. Your measly 107 degrees is like polar fishing. Yes, I said it. Fishing. Friday the 113th... and coincidentally it was so hot my face melted and I ended up looking exactly like Freddy Krueger. And the goddamn vultures know where I live. They're waiting for me.

J. A. Platt said...

Damn, I can feel the vultures hovering just out of frame.