Love DOES Happen!
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. I struggled with doing this, but I cannot resist my darker angels.
I was at The New Beverly recently to watch “Amadeus.” As were everyone else you see in this pic taken surreptitiously on my iPhone as I pretended to play a game.
Let me tell you what I see. First a mohawk. Really? in 2010? A fucking mohawk? I mean, if it was 1979, sure I would’ve thought you were pretty hardcore. Back then, if you had a mohawk, you were pretty much guaranteed getting beaten up by jocks and arrested by an ex-jock cop who would’ve blamed the whole incident on you, even though you were just trying to get to a Weirdos show. But, now? I saw a guy at the mall the other say with a mohawk and a big ol’ neck tattoo carrying a MAC cosmetics bag! The punk rock revolution is over, and it didn’t really do much anyway. Don’t get me wrong, I liked all that punk rock music when I was a kid, because I was trying to fuck with “the man,” but now I realize it was just a bunch of junkies and drunks crying about their perfect upbringings.
Here’s what makes this young lady’s mohawk awesome: it looks like a horse’s mane! Oh, hilarity! Is this on purpose, I wonder? Because if you notice her beau, he’s fucking dressed like an Englishman on a fox hunt! He’s even wearing the riding boots! How is this even possible? They had to have planned this! I’ll refrain from the “he rides her” jokes, but come on! You have to wonder…
It’s so nice when two people like this find each other.
Love DOES happen!
