A few months ago, we crowded into the tiny, opulent Pete’s Candy Store showroom to bid a fond farewell to Chris, our kombucha-drinking, poetry-organizing, Turkish-translating, instrument-concocting friend of good repute and loving humor.
He was leaving to…farm in the desert?
We were puzzled, but supportive. Chris began his cross-country roadtrip to Arizona a handful of days later, and I was INCREDIBLY supportive when I discovered his car’s contents. Behold, his band’s twitterfeed. A thrilling tale of his kitten car ride.
Now that Chris has enigmatically and temporarily returned for a whirlwind weekend involving Pratt art and beers outside and a sweaty dance party after a ladies’ arm-wrestling competition/burlesque show at which I may have been the only person not interested in women, I might as well fill you in on the cats that marked his journey across these United States.
CHRIS JUST STAY FOREVER.