It's odd how similar bowling resembles life. You lug around giant balls, try to knock out all the pin (heads), all while trying to stay out of the gutter...sounds like a regular Friday night to me (wink, wink.) The odd juxtaposition is: I am pretty shitty at bowling...does that mean I'm shitty at life? How does one determine how good or bad they are at life? I have always equated a "good life" to happiness. At the same time when I buy things, that also makes me happy. Therefor does money buy happiness? Oddly enough I have met my share of wealthy individuals in my life and they appear to be miserable. As for me, when I randomly find a 5 dollar bill in my pocket, I am happier than a puppy with 2 tails. I don't know the answer to any of these questions, but I do know this vintage bowling shirt does make me happy, and I didn't have to break the bank to buy it, so right now life is good!
Sunglasses Vintage // Tshirt T by Alexander Wang // Jacket Vintage // Jeans Re/Done // Shoes Adidas