Keeping my folk guitar in time with the rhythm of the hammers and harmonizing with the chop saw isn’t easy. In fact, I feel like I am the hardest working person on this tiny house, fully organic, living wage work site.
Submitted by HiWB Wash D.C. Correspondent Lee of www.boneyardstudios.com
See a hipster in work boots? Take a pic and send it to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Hey buddy, my eyes are up here! Sometimes men make me feel like a piece of leathery meat with laces. There is so much more to me than my hard working work boots.
Having lobotomy is hard work. Derek no tie laces is so cool. Waffles!
Ok Damien, lets go over the list again so we don’t miss anything.
The soft launch of my boutique “Rooftop Basement Clothiers of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York, New York, USA” has to be perfect.
Naked lady on plywood taking off her undies? Check.
Work Boots? Check Mate.
what’s in my leather attaché you ask? it’s completely filled with mumford & sons rarities… and artisan breads…and stone ground mustards…and every apple product ever created.
"From gel to boots, my look is a well oiled machine." I just tweeted that. Also I don’t even smoke.
I stayed up all night working on this poem describing my life. I hope you enjoy it.
The smell of diesel
on my knee
in my skin
in my skinny jeans.
Bring me the nine - eighths wrench.
I hope you are watching
cause there is a bolt that probably needs tightening.
I think as i sip my kombucha.
As I sit and contemplate the idea of Guy Fieri, I start to get worried. I like dive bars. He likes Dive Bars… I should just stop now before it’s too late.
When the denim enters the work boot, a holy union is made. With the flames as my witness, this ironic love affair will last at least until Monday.
I recently saw an independent film about miners and learned that fashion is not a huge part of their hard working day. Though my intrest in that career has dwindled I saved the day by adding a “minor” in Geology.
Tough day at the job site today. The radiator on the dozer blew out and the foreman told me to repair it myself. I couldn’t seem to use my iPhone to fix the hoses and pumps. My Twitter followers weren’t helpful at all. I didn’t remember taking a diesel mechanics class in my film studies program at Hampshire. I called the guys in the band but they were super high and couldn’t help either. Luckily, mom came down with a new radiator hose and some hose clamps. So, she took care of it.