Ultimate Pillow Fight

So I plop on the internet at work and notice on the Fatlace blogs that there would be some sort of some adolescent pillow fight at Justin Herman Plaza, which is like 2 blocks from my bummy ass job. A pillow fight (insert stone face here). Oh-kay. Only in massive cities can you gather a bunch of grown ass people to molly-whop total strangers with the weapon of choice being a feathered filled bag of death. Imagine holding this event in Oakland or Richmond. People would being coming through with some ghetto ass pillows filled with magazines or needle filled AIDS or something. And maybe I am new school with fuckin’ pillows but when was the last time you had a feathered filled pillow? My shit is all memory foamed out or at least some ergo cotton filled pillow with some Crate and Barrel sleeve. But this was seriously no joke. I was just a bystander and I was drenched with chicken fur (okay feathers) and I just had to be wearing black at the time which was like lint hell for my OCD people out there. Seeing that I was drunk at the time (check my pictures for proof), it was pretty entertaining for like the first five minutes. For more info on future pillow orgies, check out PillowFights.org.


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