So Michael Jackson died and fucked up my whole day so I went and wondered the streets of NYC listening to MJ blasting out cards. Then I decided to get a MJ tattoo for some reason. It just seemed like a good idea. I went over to Fine Line Tattoo on 1st and 1st and got my friends roommate Wylie to do it. It turned out pretty sick. My friend from the NY Post interviewed me about it and their photographer took some photos but I think it was too late for the paper. Alas.

After that I went over to Anchor Bar where The Fat Jew was bar tending and hung out for a while. I took pictures of him acting a fool and a bunch of the kids there. I didn’t really know any one else there but we made some friends. A lot of people took pictures of my MJ tattoo on their camera phones and we danced to every MJ song imaginable. Kid Cudi showed up which Fat Jew described as a “Twitter Connection” and they worked some ladies in hilarious tag team fashion.

Around 3AM I headed over to Lit to NC-17 to show of my tattoo and see some friends. The best part of Lit is that it is two floors, so if you played your cards right and went up and down the stairs enough, you didn’t even have to go 3 minutes without listening to MJ. It was pretty magical. I took a few more pictures there, but I was mostly just fucking around. This broken flash thing has gotten completely out of hand. It makes me not want to shoot at all, but I need to get something for the Village Voice this week… plus I promised the Fat Jew I would make an appearance. I tried to make due and ended up getting some interesting shots, but so many of them are fucking terrible and I just have to delete them.

Click here to see the photos from the saddest day since they made Sparks illegal.

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