I hate you, Hong Kong. On your streets I feel like an adulterous husband.. How could I love the bastard-child of opium-laced British Imperialism?
Tag: films
meat cleavers, drawers, and heat syncs
It’s been a challenging week for The Stevo. I mentioned my new desk, complete with credenza and movable cabinet. Thursday morning saw me trying to shift furniture around an impossibly small space. Somehow, the cabinet portion became locked after I shut a drawer. After 20 fruitless minutes I was forced to grab ye ole meat…