painter in your pocket.

Hooray! I'm back (if only briefly) with some new hot fire photos.

So, Young Christian came back to the city on a lark to get some work done. He got it done. But before he was completely finished, he wasted some time with the kid. We got faded, (for old time's sake) and other dumb things popped off like whoa.

Voila:

I could tell that it was going to be a good night. "Bark at the Moon" situations.

So, yeah, the tossled haired one was back. At least he was clean.

Oops, there goes the booze stink.

Ok, sorry Elena, Kristen Pam & Gaby. I was so thrashed that I didn't think to take any photos. My bad. I've been out of the game for a bit, you know. So for a quick recap: Elena's new place = fresh...Kristen, Pam & Gaby = epic, per usual. Drunk kids from Queens = hilarious. Egg whites, turkey, bacon & mayo on an onion bagel = so neccesary. Stolen apple pie = even better. In every way.

Anyway, we left (were tossed) from Elena's and walking to the train or whatever, when we see this huge lot of brick upon bricks upon bricks. We decide that it would be a grand idea to enter this odd looking situuation.

It started off simple enough, a nice place to smoke.

"That sure is a lot of bricks."

"Yeah, it is...lets go!"

"Hey, wait don'-"

"Please don'-"

5 minutes later.

"How the fuck did I end up over here?"

"I mean, I figured I treked it, but damn, that was far."

Diva situations.

The slight look of disgust on my face, provided by Christian's necklace thing.

And the fact that he had flippers on. Girly flippers, at that.

Because he had (girly) flippers on, one fell off and he stubbed his foot. I could say that he didn't deseve it, but then I'd be a liar.

And with is (girly) flips on, he wanted to carry this column back to Canadia. Sike!

Shit was dumb heavy.

Le agony ou defeat.

Stubbed foot, no souvenir, and new scars. Yay.

I only ended up with a few pebbles in my shoes. So once again, not to be a nusance or anything, but maybe shoes are better than flip flops, eh?

That one's to show his Livejournal friends that he's a xXcutterXx.

"Hey, now that I have seven new MySpace pictures for you, could you please jump in that pile o' garbage? It'll be an awesome shot."

"Ok."

"Shit! I didn't get the legs in-air."

"Eww, whats that?"

"Gross."

"Did you at least get my legs in the air?"

"..."

"No?"

"...uh, no."

"Fuck."

"Dude, your sleeve is black."

"Yeah, I know."

Long story short, we went back to Elena's and fed the guards some shit about how some guys tried to beat us up. I acted like I punched a bunch of them but was unable to save Christian from being shoved into the trash.

They let him clean up in their bathroom.

We were both as thirsty as fuck and broke, so we went all Telly and Capser up on this spot. Two free bottles later, it was time to catch some sleep.

Duder is back in Canadadadada. (Hopefully, not blurry.)



+p.s.

There are supposedly some type of jam situations on the way soon. So, ears up, doggy.