love vigilantes.

A couple of these are from before I left. The rest...are not. Randoms!

A lot of love songs lately. Why?

53rd & 3rd (not a love song):

See, this one's ironic. Drug Free School Zone. Get it? They are selling...right underneath the...oh, you get it!

This one reminds me of that Pink Floyd album cover. (This one)

What I could spell with the fridge magnets at my aunt's crib. I wonder if it's still there.

I went to the Southstreet Seaport. It was sort of boring. Good people watching spot, though.

Oooh, good Long Island Ice Teas, too. Maybe, too good even. Faded photos 2x.

I was thrashed, but I swear I didn't do this.

Bro`ing out at the Park Slope situation.

Jake's like a little worker bee now. (Laaaame. Just kidding.)

Oh shit! Ian's back. He was all into Psyche. Not so much for everybody else.

Then it was suddenly the next sunny day and we were chillaxin' with David Johanssen from The MOTHERFUCKING New York Dolls. (cue exited/mindblown face) No big deal. He was just in the T-Mobile store or whatever. The fuck was he doing, copping a Sidekick 3?

Ok, then after that, my sister took me with her to this dinner that she was having with people from her job or whatever. It was pretty rad. All of the (delicious) food & drinks were free. So you know who got faded...

...not my sister, she was rocking the Sprite look the whole night. Laaaaaame.

Then the other day, (Thursday I believe) Errrrrrrrrwin & C. Banks came over for some chillaxage (new word alert!) before Banks skated (no pun intended) to Florida.

I guess skating is sort of like riding a bike. Errrrrs hadn't skated since, like the age of 10 or some shit, but when he saw mine, he was freaking it like nothing. Weird mojo, eh?

This is the one where I make it look like my room has a fly red light. Not the case, ladies. Sorry.

I don't have any photos of it, but we actually made some sizzurp. Like the Three 6 Mafia/Hoston kind. (Minus the cough medicine. Can't go wasting the house supply of Robotussin.) We used: Bacardi Razz, 99 Berries, Sprite and last but certainly not least, Cherry Jolly Ranchers.

I shit you not when I say that the final concoction was dope. So faded by 7:30. This one was taken at around 11 or so. At this point, we were all pretty much out for the count.



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New (0ld) stuff should be up sooner than later. I hope.

away from the snakes.

As most of you know, I was vacationing (is that a real word?) in Florida last month. Here are some pictures from that. Actually, these are all very photo-ey (really not a word. I know.)

We can vacation, you can be my parasol:

On the morning that I left, the moon was out. Strange.

American Airlines. Blows.

Oh, but not my seat. This is New York, btw. Probably somewhere like Bayone or Queens or something.

My attempt to copy those shots from that Nick Zinner book. Actually pretty succesful. I even like that fact that you can see the lens and my checkered shirt.

For the record, my sisters rule at having their pictures taken. They did this the whole trip.

I don't know, but even the clouds and shit in Florida seem a bit...I don't know, um...flamboyant?

I was jamming to this shit like veryday. At least twice. Lovely song.

I win.

Oh shit! DDR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Extereme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At the alley.

At the neon golf course. For real, Florida is fucking bored.

I don't know (or care) about what anybody else says, this shit was the fucking movie of the year. Hands down!

I have lived in New York all of my life and never ice skated once. So what do I do? Go to where it's 100 degrees everyday and get my Brian Botano on. This was mad fun. Check me out at Roccerfeller (sic? probably) everyday starting in November.

We all went to Key West one weekend. It was not as shitty as the current seaon as the Real World: Key West, thank goodness. (One thing though, get over yourselves, Key West. Key Lime pie is only ok. Fuck. It's in like every store over there. They practically push it down your throat.)

This was at the Holiday Inn we were staying at. That cloud looked like the goddamned Reckoning. I was shook.

My father managed to get tipsy after two screwdrivers. I couldn't help but laugh at him all night.

Elvis documentary I got waaay in to.

They were waaaay into him. (Sidenote-I wonder what they look like now? Did they do this for The Beatles? The Stones perhaps? Hmmm?)

Then I miraculously ended up back in NY. Yaaaaaay!


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I'll post something better soon. Random & arty, I think.

i want a boy for my birthday.

Over the past 9 months or so, a lot of stuff has gone on. Parties, friendships, broken hearts, shows, drugs, drinks, sex, trash-talk, fashion, tattoos, etc, etc, etc. Anyhow, through all of this I've tried my best to sort of document our tiny tiny scene. Maybe it's not a scene. It could just be a slice of life that lasted about the same time as a normal birth cycle. This may or may not be a coincidence. Nine months in, and perhaps we did give birth some some new things. Some bad, some good, all of them though, distinctly ours.

Elena took photos during this time, too. Hers (at least in my humble opinion) seem to capture all of the types of things that I had hoped to. While I may not always be sure that I succeeded, I have a feeling that she has. People enjoying other people's company (and sometimes dancing to show appreciation.) She has been gracious enough to provide all of the comments and photos for this edition. If I have anything to say, [it will be in brackets and italics]

So, in advance: Thank You Elena.

Now, let's see if anybody cares. (I doubt it.)

All we ever wanted was everything:

(ed note: Once again, all comments were written by Elena. She dosen't like capitalization.)

1. the night of 510s's first ever marisauna. needless to say bob was more than excited.

2. it's fun when you take a five year old's gingerbread man and turn him into a drunk.

3. i don't even know why christian looks like this. [ed. note: I do. He's a dirty Canadian squatter, that's why.]


4. quote from this night by my friend nate: "i'm going to get NURSE tattooed on my chest and then bed matilda."

5. right before christian got the best haircut alcohol money can buy.

6. were they lost or just becoming women of the night? the night of the infamous loft party.

7. ted and asia: masters of crumping.

8. graham was excited about valentine's day.

9. ted just loves to dance.

10. this girl is a slut. the one on the left i mean. [ed. note: Duh.]

11. somehow andrew bailey is just at every party, lurking in the shadows.

12. asia was yelling at bob for some reason. what's new, right.


13. sometimes christian likes to hug people until they pass out. [ed. note: Yeah and apparently, whatever happens after that is "fair game." Uh, not cool broseph, not cool.]

14-15. .... and ted magically turned into graham. every girl's dream or every man's... well dream.

15.

16. a moment of deep thought.

17. there's the gingerbread man again suffocating bob.

18. hahahhaa. alcoholic.

19-20. add the first appearance of rod stewart's "young turks" and a case of rolling rock and you find out what ted is really all about.

20.

21. casey's birthday called for some unadulterated fun. or debbie does dallas.

22. and eating apparently.

23. we took this picture to piss off mel. sowee.

24. why does brian look so angry? [ed. note: Because Kristen didn't let us keep the box of cereal that we stole from across the hall. Something about morality and inherent good or some shit...whatever.]

25. and why does he look so sad? [ed. note: Because them shits was mad tasty!]

26. because christian was hogging all the honey bunches of oats. not cool. [ed. note: See?!?!]

27. now he just looks disgusted. [ed. note: I was over the Honey Bunches, I was probably in disgust over the state of Christian booze stink.]

28. and obviously can't even lay eyes on the greatness that is nicky shakes. [ed. note: I don't know about that one. Especially not with that jacket on.]

29. in 510s once again with the penis pillow.

30. there's that slut again.

31. ted having fun with jinglu's fucking scalping knife. a trip to the hospital later ensued.... no it didn't.

32. yeah they get around.

33. this was supposed to be the first arts and crafts night.

34. but it turned into ashley and christian's first porn movie. [ed. note: But not their last, by any means.]

35-36. at the watering hole the night ted brought back his canadian cavalry.

36.


37. no party in brooklyn would be complete without the h & o. [ed. note: Truer words: never spoken.]

38. jake probably mispronounced bethany's name about seven times.

39. and was then forced to apologize twenty-five.

40. aww. ted loves pictures.

41. brian loves taking those pictures.

42. aww. ted loves garrett. actually that's pretty hot.

43. josh and brian. always deep in thought.

44. uhh... ted. [ed. note: actually, probably my favorite, along with the one of Bailey & Agnes, of the bunch.]

45. i think one of the coolest pictures i've ever taken of brian. and believe me there aren't many. [ed. note: Fuck off.]

46. bob and asia so excited to be in times square.

47. arguing over whether or not to go to patricio and enrique's.

48. seeing as how that night turned into my former alcoholic father's rehabilitation diet of o'dhuls and weed, we just took pictures.

49. my last night in new york at the lower east side toy company. that's ted's dad, fred, on the right.

50. like his son, fred was also charmed by the wonderful ben lee.

51. celine is so gangster. [ed. note: Gangsta.]

52. jake is so unibomber.


53. i just look like a pediphile going after a little boy. [ed. note: What's new?]

54. in honor of kristen garris of course and our final days in 510 south. it will be missed.



And with that, it's (finally) finished. Nicely done Elena.


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I think that I am going to scrounge up something soon. What will it consist of? I have no clue. More submissions are always welcome. The well's running dry!!