It’s like stepping into a hot tub — or at least a bowl of hot cereal — in your mind.

By Andrew J. Pridgen

Are you at work unable to do anything because you’re afraid a barely functioning warhead from North Korea is currently being postmarked “West Coast” because a man who couldn’t read the back of a cereal box if all three of his wives’ lives depended on it is in charge?

Yeah, us too.

So sit back for a minute, click out of the Excel spreadsheets you had covering whatever Vice story you were reading about how to move to Switzerland on zero dollars with no job and enjoy and no-holds-barred full screen this shit.

What’s the worst they can do, fire you for being your best #workself?

Coulter moved out from the East Coast where he cut his teeth jumping off quarry cliffs and mashing it up with HQ footie, smooth edits scored by somnolent fusion hip hop and well-timed drops creating a kind of you’re-at-the-spa-sipping-cucumber-water-while-everything-below-the-waists-tightens-up vibe.

Anyway, it’s about the simplicity of the setting, the cleanness of the tricks and the mood that’s not moody. Three minutes to evoke something that hasn’t been in abundance of late …pure joy.

(Footprint: Two cameras, one drone, one truck, three shovels, one tall sweatshirt from ’08, several brave bros incl. Connery Lundin, Brandon Beck and Zach Steele, one Macbook Pro.)

Check Coulter’s Insta and Facebook or hit him up @coulterproductions.

Andrew J. Pridgen helps run sister site Death of the Press Box and is the author of the novella “Burgundy Upholstery Sky”. His first full-length novel will be released in late-2017.