Showing posts with label knives for a week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knives for a week. Show all posts

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Knives for a Week


Well since I'm such a chicken about doing suit-for-a-week now, 2 years after wanting to, 20 Moores 2-for-1 sales later, I think a good way to work up to that would be to take my knives with me everywhere I go for a week. They'll still be in the bag, safe. But, I'd like to alter my reality that way, bring the knives, see what happens. Bag O'Knives.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

My knives rode shotgun tonite

I took my knives out with me. I put them in an old gym bag and carried them down through my parking garage into my car. Then I put them on the front passenger seat and drove them around. We went to a couple places but I left them in the car, I don't feel they're ready to go out into the public yet.

Not that I wouldn't conceal them. But they're just getting acclimated to the real world. They haven't really been out much, until now.


They're still confused as hell. I'm taking pictures at them through the window and they're stunned. But, it's like taking a baby out for the first time. They just don't have a choice. I keep thinking what if I got in a car accident, and they investigated my car and found a bag o knives. Then an even bigger investigation would open up as to why I have a bag o knives in my car, all the knives in my home (the sharp ones). It would be a cold case. I was 2 stores away from the cop shop when I took the photo, I didn't even realize.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

DON'T take all your knives to bed with you

even if you're having a shitty night and you want them all there for the sympathy they bring and their potential for harm in a primrosey, knivey way.

Just kidding, I actually just brought them to bed as a joke. I felt they were more disrupted than I was, they were like a pack of wild animals being brought over to live on a domestic farm. They were confused as hell, poor things. But we had a good night, it reminded me of the time I had to sleep with a pitbull. I was a little concerned about having a face in the morning but I trusted. No crazy energy like with the crystals. And we stayed on our respective sides for the most part, no cuddling. Maybe one day though, Id like to think one day I'll cuddle my knives.

Friday, May 6, 2011