Gallery: Saturdays @ O Asian Grill, Familiar Faces Edition
For years innumerable, ever since I got back from 'Nam, I've been plagued by seeing familiar faces everywhere I go, unable to remember who they are, why they're stuck in some peripheral useless part of my brain. When we started taking photos it got even worse: hundreds of 30-second interactions with people (almost) every night of the week, one social transaction after another, blurring together, a cloud of unknowns. This was worse last Saturday than ever before. I think it's part of my slow descent into the chasm of insanity and uncontrollable paranoia.
After careful research, I've concluded that drinking five or six glasses of champagne in a row doesn't seem to solve this problem.
Thanks to the crowd for not being so repulsive I have to delete all of the photos and cry myself to sleep. You sexy people, I love you, in an abstract, hands-off kinda way.
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Thomas Lackner lives in filth.











