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Beatles or Stones? ( btw I love it when #tipjars are set up like this, points for entrepreneurship 💰) at #creolebagelry for post swim breakfast ☕️🍽 @creolebagelrycafe @wherenolaeats @nolaphotoguild #beatlesorstones #tips #tipswelcome #sundayvibes https://www.instagram.com/p/CMH1a7-rWT-/?igshid=2n9bh00z613h

is anyone ever really ready?

wonder if they accept nuts...? 🤔🐿 #tipswelcome #chubbysquirrel @chubbysquirrelbrewingco (at Chubby Squirrel Brewing Company)

Been playing with resin. Experimenting with colour i really like this effect what do you think ? #resin #newbee #tipswelcome #advise #loveresin #experimenting

Trying digital painting again. I hate the hair :/ #digitalart #wip #ihatepaintinghair #needpractice #tipswelcome #tobiassammet #edguy #avantasia

Every night, we end up at Snappy's. It's a funny name, one that used to draw giggles from us when we heard our brothers mention their hanging out there. "What a joke," we thought, "Who hangs out at Snappy's?" But there we were, wearing faded Nike sneakers and beads of sweat on our foreheads, pacing silently on the asphalt next to a giant green statue of Snappy the Turtle. Nick stared into it's hollow green eyes. He taps his elbow with mine as we sit down on the edge of my trucks bed. "What do you think he's staring at?" Nick asks, still glaring. "I don't know, man. Maybe some dude just painted his eyes like that because he was ordered to." I wasn't really in the mood. "He's gotta be staring at something. He just stands there, smiling and waving all day long. Poor dude never gets the favor returned." Nick was almost depressed about it. He smiled and waved at him, then glanced at the cup in his hand and took a drink. "I feel bad for a turtle statue. I could be a case study." I'd stopped listening. A loud couple was arguing a few cars down, and seeing as we were sitting in the trunk, their argument was heard easily. Even Nick stopped talking. "But why are you even following her? Am I not enough for you, Sam?" The women was talking in between sharp hics and bouts of crying. "I didn't know this would upset you so much, Stace. I can unfollow her right now..." "You don't understand. You...you don't care. Ever." "Stace," He quietly put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't touch me." She said, shrugging his hand off. I suddenly recognized the voices. It was Sam Hunter and Stacie Parks, the Prom King and Queen. Nick and I looked at each other with wide eyes. He laughed, showed me his empty water bottle, and jumped out of the truck to get water from the gas station water fountain next to Snappy's. He would have to cross the street, and I just didn't have the energy to follow him. Nick was one of those kids that never got into drama like the rest of the school seemed too. It was all beneath him, and he knew it. I laid down in the bed of the truck after watching him wait at the intersection for 2 minutes. My backpack would serve as a good pillow for now. Laying my head down with a quiet sigh, I found the sky perpendicular to me, a canvas of bleach white clouds accented in pure blue. I never would have thought the postcard high school relationship would have turbulence because of Twitter. It's not even 2 P.M and I have a story to tell. Not a bad start to a Wednesday.

The time now, is only for the dead.