Ty is one of Pearl’s line cooks who is not shy at all about singing. At the end of the night, he puts his headphones in and jams out, to what I can understand, a lot of rap.
Tonight he kept rapping the line, “I need a good girl, yo home boys got to chill. I need a good girl, yo home boys got to chill…” When asked what song that was his response was simply, “No song, I’m just saying what I need.”
Richmond, Virginia. 16 April 2014.
It’s Tuesday night again and Pearl has suffered yet another dishwasher-casualty in the All-You-Can-Eat Crab Leg War. He was last seen attempting to recuperate in the stairwell, eyes glazed over, starting mindlessly at his cell phone and then he just vanished. Fourth dishwasher in three weeks.
Richmond, Virginia. 15 April 2014.
Stop and look up at the sky.
Mechanicsville, Virginia. 14 April 2014.—
Guy might not be too happy about me posting this unflattering moment I captured, but I feel this accurately represents our first night in Knoxville together—drinking, laying around, talking about tattooing broken plates on our bodies…
Knoxville, Tennessee. 4 April 2014.
Finally one of my dad's silly traps that he insist on using has produced a mouse. Not a sock. Or a bird. Or Kaia’s paw. But a mouse. And of course he is out of town the morning this happens, so I have to take care of it.
Disclaimer: No mice were harmed. I lathered up this little guy’s feet with olive oil and set him free in the back yard (after petting him for a couple of minutes).
Mechanicsville, Virginia. 3 April 2014.