behold, two sacrilegious gut-punches to soothe the savage soul. i apologize to jesus, he seems to be a punching boy for a lot of folks, the constant punchline for a bad joke. enjoy:
the second half was actually a hard call to make, considering the original was almost perfect on it's own. visiting my older sister in the southcoast of massachusetts, we stumbled into the local branch of one of my favorite thrift store chains, saver's. not five steps inside, and i saw this unintentional masterpiece hanging high above a rack of worn sneakers and brogans.