gnawing on will smith hockey

I get do high off of this willmack head tap

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

Framing this and putting it up in my office

Upcoming Cast of the Movie The Odyssey

mack with his sony sponsorship: forced to film high end commercials, reading scripts in the most monotone voice which everyone laughs about, causing a whole debacle for being caught wearing airpods to the extent that socials had to delete his walk in pics and he started covering his ears, being harassed (by his agent, rick, etc.) to not forget his sony headphones on this upcoming roadie so he can redeem himself

will: yeah the bronco ad was so cool, they made me drive my car up into the beautiful hills of california and then there was a rainbow!!! :)

wait i thought we’re currently on stickgate 2.0? what did i miss 🧍🏼‍♀️

never not thinking about robyn celebrini and bill smith. the absentee devotees. the empty seat at mack's birthday dinner and his hobey baker award ceremony and seemingly every single one of his nhl games (but he's a mama's boy! says aiden from where he sprawls, overlooked and underestimated, in the background). the deafening silence ringing out from next to colleen, who famously worked with the championship-era chicago bulls, and oh by the way what is it that you do again, bill? does anyone really know? does anybody even care?