Russ McClintock - the blog

Lots of art fags are heading to South Beach for Art Basel later this week. Too bad the art market is tanking worse than the economy.

Still life with gravy.

I heard one of my neighbors ex(?) boyfriends talking on the phone right outside my apartment door. He was telling a story about how he fell asleep with a lit cigarette and caught his mattress on fire. Now he has burns on his back. What a loser.

Tofurkey? I don’t fucking think so.

My Mom’s sweet potatoes are amazing.

This is a fairly typical view of Edmond, Oklahoma.

There are a lot of quick move-outs in South Beach. Not all of them have happy endings.

I got back to Miami to find lots of ugly shit on the walls. My landlords niece put it up during her stay over the summer. Somebody put crazy glue in the door lock as well. Hard to say if that incident was related to her decorating or cocaine habit.

That’s a shocking sight.

Still life with decayed notebook and leaves.

Never insert a cotton bud into the inner ear or nose.

“The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country,” - Abraham Lincoln, Second Annual […]

Still life with raindrops and mirror.

Silvio Berlusconi has some serious piehole issues.

List of ways to celebrate the election:
1. Drink
2. Drink some more.
3. Drink, baby drink!