I love smoking monkeys.
Where are my matches.
Tricks.
My first cigarette, 1966.
“I don’t know, hon. We got home and he just said, ‘Give me a fucking chicken and a cigarette.’ Won’t take a nap either. He’s kind of been a dick all afternoon. I think he threatened me with the chicken— couldn’t tell— sounded like it was in Creole or Gullah or something. I’m pretty sure they’re communicating telepathically. So, any ideas for dinner?”
Happy New Year!
life:
A policeman chatting with toddler boys. Garden City, NY, 1942, by Alfred Eisenstaedt
Clearly these two are up to no good. More work by Eisenstaedt here.
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