January 9: Punk

This might be a good time to clarify the fact that I tend to consider the end of the day to be whenever I finally crash, rather than midnight. Just sayin’. This isn’t late yet.

Calling this historical might be a bit of a stretch, since I think I probably saw at least one guy who looked like this on the streets of Toronto in the past couple of weeks, but it’s a shot at some authentic early 80s punk, so there. And oh my god you guys, this was so much fun you don’t even know. Meant to do a quickie wash sort of paint job and ended up poking at it on and off for the whole evening.