My friend Kyle has a thing for vinyl toys, and I like to give him shit about it.
This might stem from our sparring about what constitutes good or valid street art, but more likely it’s because he’s a standup guy and hard to pester in general.
I will say, I’m not a fan of gambling, and buying these things in blind boxes is crazy* to me, but I also understand it’s part of the thrill. My confusion likely stems from deep rooted internalized jealousy.
I continue to vacillate and try to understand this world.
* Friends have asked that I stop using “cray” in conversations