Oh Snap! I broke my glasses again?!

Well it's been about a year since the last time I destroyed a pair of glasses and had to buy new ones, which as it happens was about a year after the previous occurrence of broken eye wear. In fact this yearly tragedy has plagued me since my late teens and throughout my entire twenties. (I'll be 28 in July for those curious how long that is.) It is rather unfortunate and unpleasant when this occurs both for the unexpected financial stab (last set of frames and lenses set me back $550, multiplied by how many frames in the previous years... f*@k I feel stupid, at this point Oakley should just pay me to do there frame stress testing) and for looking "a fool" with my ramshackle, hodgepodge fixer-uppers that have to be donned until the new spectacles arrive. Yeah check these awesome bad boys out, you know what they say... If you can't duck it, f*&^ it!

Alright enough of the negative-nancy, woe is me attitude, there are some awesome attributes to bungling my present frames. First, I get to rock new frames every year which is pretty damn exciting, although I generally get similar glasses. Second, I get glasses so frequently that the kind folk down at The Bent Lens don't require updated prescriptions from me any more, which is especially nice for those years in which more than one pair bite the dust. Third, I now am forever with a writing device, should I chose to done the now proclaimed "Party Frames"! Fourth, I found out today that I couldn't even read the top line at the optometrists, with my glasses on! Fifth and most important, at the end of the day they are just another pair of glasses, and minus the monetary nut crunch, why should I really give a damn? Sixth, if ever given the option of going to a Metallica Tribute Band, always attend. Can you really put a price on *allegedly playing air guitar on your back at a show, can you really?

*Allegedly refers to the state one finds themselves in when informed of the previous nights activities that they can't corroborate of their own accord, thusly entering a state of cognitive dissonance and entering the state of "photos or didn't happen".

PS to any of those hipster types out there, I'll sell my recently modified glasses/signing-device for the cool price of either a new pair of glasses or a case of ammo, your choice. Which leads me to a joke to end this post.


How many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb?




Some obscure number you wouldn't know.