dogs they make up the dark.

This is a picture that Theodore sent me a while ago. It is his dog in a Yoda costume (obvs.) Why am I posting this?

Because I don't feel like writing about places or memories or anything.

And come on, honestly. That shit looks awesome.

our summer of teenage lust.

I skate this pretty much every night. Ted liked that the curb under overpass is lined with metal. It's really easy to grind. This is (literally) around the corner from that ex-squat place.

I used to sit on the benches where I took this photo from with a girl that I used to go out with a long time ago. Looking back now, (sorry for the lame phrasing/nostalgia) that was my favorite summer. Ever.

sheena was a parasite.

This place used to be the creative kids/punk/metal squat situation in my neighborhood. It stopped being that about three years ago. I'm pretty sure hookers or junkies live there now. It's directly across the street from the elementary school/playground (that white wall all the way out of focus, under the street light.)

dark days, bright nights.

Diner food. Yum.

the world is not a cold dead place.

Just saying.

driving me backwards.

In all honesty, I'd much rather had my last night look like this.

schlock and awe.

This the best that John Tucker Must Die will ever look.

le le low.

Where I live, the pump is open.

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.



+p.s.

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!


+p.s.

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