In Observation of the Day of My Birth, They Sacrificed a Hotel. Their Gesture Did Not Go Unnoticed.

This little cutie



plus this guy,



plus a few of these,



add all of these,



equals





The lack of pedestrians yelling "dude" and "bro" had been missing. The future is a place where such latent expressions are set aside when giant, useless hotels burn and more fireworks are thrust into the smoke-thick sky in a manner that doesn't quite say "party on' but continues the party.

Dudes Dress Like Chicks To Get Dudes?

Holy hell. The future is an interesting place. It's a land where sometimes co-workers dress like women and other co-workers try to kiss them and you're able to document it all via a small digital box, only to place it for hilarity's sake on the world wide web.

In spite of the global economic crisis, I used a time travel machine known as "an airplane" and traveled Back to the Past, 'merica. It was a land where I again fell in love with my literacy—only to later be reminded that being illiterate in the future is a nice form of escapism. It's also a land of wispy mullets, mud flaps, women saying "like", people trying to put too much body into their clothes, nauseating strip malls, complete language comprehension, inane questions such as "Are there tomatoes in China (the future)?" and thankfully beer. Lots of sweet, sweet beer.

The Rise of Consumerism in the Future Will Yield Easier Access To Reclusive Reptiles

As you may have imagined consumerism hits rampant levels in the future. You don't even have to leave the comforts of your taxi.

This glorious woman, wanted to sell me a turtle and some steering wheel covers.

Me: How much for that (pointing to the turtle)
Her: 180¥
Me: Too much!
Her: Not too much!

At this point, the cabbie either yelled "roll up the window" or "fucking American". I am not really sure. But he yelled at her a whole bunch and she left.

Then she came back as we were pulling away, hit the car with her hand and yelled "Turtle!"

I miss that weird woman and her wares...

Happy Clown Flowers: The Most Embarassing Job on the Planet or a Reduced Sentence in Purgatory?

One very beautiful past future day, I was walking around my Blade Runner-esque city with a blinding hangover. I'm not proud of it, I just want you to realize how I was feeling when I saw the sight that bicycled past me.

A man in full clown gear in the heat of August delivering flowers dodging traffic sauntered by me looking sad and sweaty.

As he whizzed by on his clown bicycle, I was trying to think how I would explain this sight to anyone. I made up a song that day. It was a very sad song about the trials of a lonely clown in big, big city forced to deliver "Happy Clown Flowers" in dripping face paint and silly, over-sized clown shoes.

Fast forward 6 months into my future and further into yours, I was walking to work when I saw something akin to seeing the Yeti. I spotted the Happy Clown Flowers clown again (I will pretend it was the same man).

The world seemed in slow motion as I reached for my camera and he looked at me as if to say "Hey man, look at me! I'm dressed as a dang clown. And now you gotta be snapping photos of me, probably to put on your blog about living in the future."

I don't know how we read one another so completely.

As elusive as Yeti, his pose was remarkably similar.





I'll never forget about you Happy Clown Flowers clown.