Danny & Lil Phil Do Boston 🍔💉🍔💉🍔💉 Part Two
Welcome back to the second instalment of Danny & Lil Phil Do Boston!
We awoke to this amazing spread of doughnuts and coffee. I got the Boston cream, because I was in Boston and you know, when in Rome. And I had the French Vanilla coffee. Honestly, I love that shit or the Hazelnut coffee. Fucking brilliant. So after enjoying some doughnuts with my fellow tenants, it was time to gear up and prepare to head to day 2 of the convention. Charge laptop, get batteries for camera, make sure all charger cords are packed and ready, as well as the portable iPhone charger.
I still had some time to kill, so I decided to try out some of the edibles I'd bought the night before at the convention.
CBD Edibles.
They don't get you high, but they have a high ability to help relieve anxiety (why I was sucking on one.) as well as several other properties. They were better than any anti-anxiety / anti-depressant than I've ever been on. Within a few sucks, I felt more uplifted. I wasn't high but I felt like I could do anything; that I didn't need to be afraid or anxious of speaking with other people. (And boy I wasn't when I got there, for the first 3 hours I was a regular Chatty Cathy Doll.) Dan's Rating: 8/10. It would be better if I got to be high, but the relief they provided was spot on.
You can check out what CDB Cannabis is here: https://www.leafly.com/news/cannabis-101/whats-the-deal-with-these-high-cbd-strains
SWIGGITY SWAG
Rocking the sweet vest top I got at the Convention on the first night. Fucking $25.00 but it was a venue shirt and I probably got a deal on that. Some band shirts are at least £40 at some venues. Seriously, what the fuck? Sometimes I think that merch is overrated. It's like one giant cocktease sometimes. Is that the goal? Or is it just greed? Is it a mix of the two?
Convention Day 2
It was a day of snagging interviews with tattooists, creators and some of the jewellery vendors that were at the convention. I set one up one with SkinFix, I'm still waiting to hear back from them, I've already sent them the questions. (Kinda hope this isn't one of those unsatisfying blow jobs you can get in an airport bathroom.) A lot of the people here weren't really into talking to other people and were really nothing short of self-absorbed cocksuckers. However, I did have a wonderful time connecting with a few people and I think I even made one friend.
While I was there I met a genuine, funny and unique girl named Alicia who's a maker of SteamPunk style jewellery. We connected instantly and I had an amazing time sharing with her, just shooting the shit as well as interviewing her for a piece on her works, inspiration and other creations! If you're in the market for SteamPunk Style Jewellery she is the girl to talk to. In a mini video interview we dove into some of the processes that she uses and why she loves to create each of these unique and interesting pieces. She does tie clips, necklaces, rings and all other sorts of things!
She's got her Etsy in the works so be sure to check back there from time to time and follow her on her social media!
https://www.etsy.com/shop/thecraftjewelry
https://www.facebook.com/TheCraftjewelry/?fref=ts
https://www.instagram.com/thecraftjewelry/
The other interviews that I snagged have just literally been completed today and haven't been typed. They will each have their own feature here on Mental Masturbation! Each artist, creator, etc will have their contact information posted as well.
It was a day of snagging interviews with tattooists, creators and some of the jewellery vendors that were at the convention. I set one up one with SkinFix, I'm still waiting to hear back from them, I've already sent them the questions. (Kinda hope this isn't one of those unsatisfying blow jobs you can get in an airport bathroom.) A lot of the people here weren't really into talking to other people and were really nothing short of self-absorbed cocksuckers. However, I did have a wonderful time connecting with a few people and I think I even made one friend.
While I was there I met a genuine, funny and unique girl named Alicia who's a maker of SteamPunk style jewellery. We connected instantly and I had an amazing time sharing with her, just shooting the shit as well as interviewing her for a piece on her works, inspiration and other creations! If you're in the market for SteamPunk Style Jewellery she is the girl to talk to. In a mini video interview we dove into some of the processes that she uses and why she loves to create each of these unique and interesting pieces. She does tie clips, necklaces, rings and all other sorts of things!
She's got her Etsy in the works so be sure to check back there from time to time and follow her on her social media!
https://www.etsy.com/shop/thecraftjewelry
https://www.facebook.com/TheCraftjewelry/?fref=ts
https://www.instagram.com/thecraftjewelry/
The other interviews that I snagged have just literally been completed today and haven't been typed. They will each have their own feature here on Mental Masturbation! Each artist, creator, etc will have their contact information posted as well.
Got in some awesome time with these dudes and hooked up an interview with one of them. They work for, Collective Arts Brewery, who sponsored the tattoo convention! Be sure to check that out on my YouTube Channel and if I can I'll make some still shots and will upload the transcript of the Interview here. We'll have to see what I can do with that for Mental Masturbation, but it will be up on my channel! Be sure to check that out, when I tweet the link!
A few hours into the convention I just felt serious depression hitting me, hard. I felt really self-conscious. I felt like I had no right to be there and that secretly a bunch of the people were making fun of me. I felt that some of them only talked to me to make me go away; to try and turn me off so that I'd leave or something. 5 hours in and I just couldn't take it anymore. I was fighting back tears as I packed up my gear and headed for the exit. The first breath outside the convention hall was cool and fresh. It felt like I was really breathing.
I didn't want to go back to the rental right away, so I headed down two blocks or so to Copley Square to take some snaps of the Boston Library and the church in the square as well as take some still life shots of people in and around the square that Saturday afternoon. I was rewarded in that respect and got a tonne of really good shots. (I'm still uploading them to my Instagram.) Yes, you heard me right. I fucking ran away from the convention. I stared at the buildings around me, my loneliness and suicidal depression crashing back against me. 'Do I want to walk onto the bus or be hit by the bus?' I stood for the longest time before deciding that I should get on it. I rode to my stop and got off the bus, crossing without looking for traffic. Getting hit didn't matter. I made my way to the rental where I punched in the code into the door and went in. I stared at the ceiling around me before realising I was hungry, but I knew I didn't deserve it. I ordered a chicken-parm pizza and curly fries, knowing full well that I was going to scarf and barf. Which was difficult as the toilets were shared, but upon remembering that the guy I was sharing with was at the convention tattooing, I could spend all the time with the porcelain princess, spilling my secrets, shame and hatred into her.
I returned to the room and sobbed into little Phil for about an hour before putting on some serial killer films and falling asleep to them. After I took my sedatives of course. I'm not sure what happened, but I didn't attend the final day of the convention. I was in such a state of relief knowing that I would be back in my room soon and watching Boston fade away behind me.
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I didn't want to go back to the rental right away, so I headed down two blocks or so to Copley Square to take some snaps of the Boston Library and the church in the square as well as take some still life shots of people in and around the square that Saturday afternoon. I was rewarded in that respect and got a tonne of really good shots. (I'm still uploading them to my Instagram.) Yes, you heard me right. I fucking ran away from the convention. I stared at the buildings around me, my loneliness and suicidal depression crashing back against me. 'Do I want to walk onto the bus or be hit by the bus?' I stood for the longest time before deciding that I should get on it. I rode to my stop and got off the bus, crossing without looking for traffic. Getting hit didn't matter. I made my way to the rental where I punched in the code into the door and went in. I stared at the ceiling around me before realising I was hungry, but I knew I didn't deserve it. I ordered a chicken-parm pizza and curly fries, knowing full well that I was going to scarf and barf. Which was difficult as the toilets were shared, but upon remembering that the guy I was sharing with was at the convention tattooing, I could spend all the time with the porcelain princess, spilling my secrets, shame and hatred into her.
I returned to the room and sobbed into little Phil for about an hour before putting on some serial killer films and falling asleep to them. After I took my sedatives of course. I'm not sure what happened, but I didn't attend the final day of the convention. I was in such a state of relief knowing that I would be back in my room soon and watching Boston fade away behind me.
🍔LINKS 🍔
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anjathesickboy/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/darkdreamingdan
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anjathesickboy/
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