Patrick Hughes details his trip to a creepy antique store. I think it was when Patrick started throwing in quotes from TS Eliot, etc., that I began to lose it. If you haven’t read Patrick’s stuff, you’re missing out. People literally sit around all year, twiddling their thumbs, waiting for his photo-essays about annual visits to Ren Faires, and also his family’s legendary holiday parties. I started laughing so hard reading one of his essays about a camping trip he took that I needed to get up and take a walk, to calm myself down.
So funny. I really needed that laugh! Here’s the link. The images are very disturbing, and don’t miss his increasingly panicked commentary.