flipping learning new drill for the closer today and I glance over at Jay Murphy and Jamie Holley speculating over the sail props that depict the storefront facade of the painting and I see Malik’s Bepis-baseball cap-clad head poke through a slit in one of the second story “windows”, apparently he’s gonna play the trumpet through there and i could not get over it/ when we were all on the field I looked over and saw him there again and i was riveted, then all of a sudden Everett appeared there, and there they were, two serious little faces stacked on top of each other, and I nearly died, the stark contrast between Malik’s somber and set jaw and Everett’s helpless cherub-ness unified in their seriousness, a look that reminded me of some enhanced spinoff of the Little Rascals. my life is a real life movie with its own unique creative energy taking inspiration from itself and other places tastefully