A tragic unhappy hour again. The beer drinkers sit at their stools, worry and lookout about the uncommon sense. For the citizens everywhere of the world, have the same weary questions that have been gnawing at and driving us all “batty” since the earliest time, since following us out from the man cave… or from mom’s basement? Where can I drink? Where can I smoke? Where and who can I fuck? And who can afford it?
Martin Cacic (1979, Sacramento, CA) is a Brooklyn based artist.