The Web Haunt of Ryan K Lindsay

I was catching the train from Paris into Regional France, more specifically a little place called Nantes. It was going to take a few trains to get us where we went, so we had a twenty minute stop in one relatively large train terminal. Besides dodge the birds and try our best not to make conversation with the creepy lady who kept leering at my brother-in-law, there wasn’t much to do.

Then I spied the markets. I wandered in, mostly in the hope of killing some time, but always with a dream of a quality purchase. There were lots of small stall markets around Paris, but mostly they only sold crappy watches or even crappier ‘fresh’ fruit. One time I found some French comics, and one of the hardcovers was the first three issues of Azzarello’s 100 Bullets, which I thought was pretty cool, especially for only three Euro, but I didn’t get it. I didn’t get much at those markets, but then I found the stall that made my face melt. It was a stall selling some of the craziest shirts and bags I had ever seen. I couldn’t even describe them all because how do you describe an LSD trip and do it justice? How do you describe nearly dying and what St Peter looks like after millenia manning the door? How do you describe the coolness of the other side of the pillow?

There is no way. So I bought a shirt just to be able to tell you with pictures, not words. I also bought it because I love the image on the shirt. It is perfect and I wish I knew who drew it. Perhaps one day I’ll see the hand of this angel at work again. Perhaps.

Posted on June 21st, 2009 by ryan
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