kicked off the night before for some. this guy was so hammered he had to hand a roving stranger (me) a twomp to cross the street and get him a bottle. very trusting, yeah? the runoff is from him filtering the nutrients from his old bottle. yer only renting it, right? let’s party. Read more…

so inspired was paul that he had to hustle up this here pole down. and enter me into skate foto grapher status. Read more…

posse in Read more…

i met richard’s mum on the bus once many moons back Read more…

alright, meetcha there. Read more…

and good night. fuck yeah tom. Read more…

mike feelin wallenburg. fuck it, i’ll go. the ground is mad comfortable there. Read more…

that i thought juggling was awesome. Read more…

wait. maybe we are in kansas. Read more…

for being a smooth ass pimp. and no, you ain’t gonna use my harmonica to play no iron man or whatever you callin it. Read more…

fuck yeah I’ll sell yer cookbooks! on consignment. Read more…

don’t take shit from no door. granted, i think he got the brunt of it. Read more…