At the end of all things.
If it's on my blog then it's, in my opinion, either; visually stimulating, something or someone i love, something funny, edible, or all of the above.
So a cop, a racist, and a murderer walk into a bar. And that's just the first guy.
I get this joke.
I love that point in a friendship when you get what the other person’s style is - their “thing.” You see a knit jersey tie and think of them immediately; a type of weather, a bad movie, a woman’s outfit. You know, with absolute certainty, that your friend would enjoy this thing with you more than anyone else in the world. You feel closer in that moment of recognition, even if they’re not there.