Incredible things came from that now-so-distant semester in Los Angeles. How can I even begin to list them? Many things changed and and many things were discovered during this time in our lives, like this blog, like new friends, new habits and new publications. VICE magazine is probably the strangest magazine I’ve ever come across. One day while ”interning” at Atlantic Records, the free copy of this magazine came through my cube space. Like a good intern I spent the rest of my day reading it. Ever since I’ve been fascinated by their stories, ideas, photos, unnecessary disgusting topics, overly sexual beings and simply crass nature.
There is one thing in particular that I love. A man named Hamilton Morris, whom I’ve posted about before. He writes about drugs: while on drugs, all the drugs he’s done (including his recently deceased dog’s prescription Valium), giving preferred drug-taking suggestions, contesting the idea of how uncommon (the) date rape (drug) actually is and allowing completely embarrassing photos of himself to be published. In this latest article he went to Iceland, smoked weed, went swimming in the psoriasis-ridden Blue Lagoon tourist attraction while tripping all the while chronicling Icelandic fashion week. Morris is a shameless unconventional writer whom I am considering writing to. (Actually VICE seems like the place I might just write to and ask for a job. Why not?) Check it out if you have time. This one is much shorter than the others. You can also see all his columns here. I like them all.
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