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Don’t be afraid of your years. Em­brace them.

Take me, for ex­am­ple. I have aged like fine soy sauce pack­et left out on the dash in the mid­dle of July and now the sun has pret­ty much baked it into the dash so you’re kind of afraid to try and re­move it cuz you can’t tell if that’s just soy sauce that’s seeped out or if the vinyl of the dash and the plas­tic of the pack­et have chem­i­cal­ly bond­ed and fused to­geth­er so you just put some fly­ers you found un­der your wiper blade when you came back to the car on top of it cuz ‘out of sight, out of mind’ but then a cou­ple days lat­er you re­al­ize that one of the fly­ers has like … joined up with the melt­ed part and they are all a team work­ing against you now and you swear it’s start­ing to in­crease its foot­print and spread like some kind of mu­tant poly­mer and maybe it’s best to just fake an en­gine fire and get a new car.

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2018 Ja­son Malm­berg. 1981 Re­nault ad from.

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