As I sat on Valencia's new tree swing holding my head in an effort to keep the bowl of mashed potatoes people call a brain from spilling out of my hungover head, this greaser Ryan Gosling pedals his junker up, kicks down his kickstand, and proceeds to bust out a giant, eight-by-eleven sticker and slap it right up onto wall in front of me.

The thing is, usually “street artists,” or whatever the fuck they want to be called these days, leverage the cover of night and secrecy to reduce the risk of getting busted by the cops.  But this brazen beatnik not only did it at 11 in the afternoon, but seemed unconcerned with some languid asshole with bags under his eyes documenting the entire thing with a shitty camera.

So, here's to you, giver of no fucks.  Let's free ICE FACE.