Everyone stops to stare at the big ass panther hanging off Beckman...you know, for Christmas? But, did you know, once day falls to night...that panther wakes the fuck up. He slides down, breaks into Starbucks, and writes “Brandon” on a cup (even though his name is “Brendan”). He says all he wants is to be like the humans he watches all day below him.
When asked about his job on the wall, he said, “I never asked for this. I want to be a writer”. He showed us some of his poems (see below) and they seemed heavily influenced by Rupi Kaur, Shel Silverstein and William Carlos Williams.
Brendan the Light Up Panther has one request this cold, cold winter season: next time you see him, shoot him some finger guns and toss him your Juul. He just wants to be one of you.
