Two-Beer Max

Home-style chili-cheese fries. Cause I like to party.

Hung out in the laundry room tonight. Got some new songs going. Past Tents is good; its got promise. But Amniotic Druid is gonna change things.

Patch Kit

Shirt didn't fit, wanted to try and salvage something. Not sure if I'm gonna keep it- if I had bought a black shirt, then of course. Not sure if the white jives, though.

Pay-Per Views, Too Young fer Brews

Screen-shot of my new background. Everyone who was anyone was into wrestling back in the day. WWF was where it was at- they had all of the heavy hitters! And this dude was among them. Ladies and gents (especially ladies), I give you Brett 'The Hitman" Hart! One half of the two-man duo that were the Hart Brothers.  Kill a beer for the other half, Owen Hart, the only man to ever die in the ring (the result of a tragic stunt accident). RIP Owen, and keep looking gorgeous, Brett.

X-mas Break

"One leg at a time, that's how!"

Chick lit.

Me and Dad talking shit to each other, Kyle getting ready to be a gentleman for Danielle, and Matt eating- all is right with the world.

Shop talk.

"Kevin, I threw out all of your spray paints. Say cheese!"

"Well, the things about plate tectonics is..."

Feasting. I don't know what I'm doing with that hand either.

Dark-skinned the were, and Golden-eyed

Got some beers with the Bean last night. Too many. Got home, passed out. Woke up, listened to Meanderthal in its entirety, read a few morbid short-stories and went back to sleep. Good-ass night!

I Killed Fitty Men

 "They've got us surrounded. Alright. Get behind me, Dad. I've got a pretty thick neck- maybe while they're sawing through it, you can escape down the hill. I'm sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have tried to get the Vietnam Vets to join the VFW. I shouldn't have..."

"Goddangit, Hank! Quit apologizing! You did everything you could; there's nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes you can do everything right and still lose. You did your best, that's all that matters. That's all I ever asked of my men."

Prawm

My sister's prom dress. Shelley had expressed an interest in seeing it, so I was really psyched when I remembered to take a photo of it while I was in Houston. Thought I took a perfect photo but...its the back of the dress. I'm an idiot.

Have fun Katie, I am excited for you! Just be smart, be safe, and remember what some boys are about. Just kidding! Great song, though.

Dude, I thought you were dead- Here's your wallet back.

Never claimed to be a computer whiz, and I am pissed. Pictures of pictures that I wanted to share, but the computer won't load the image correctly. F*** it, I still wanted to post them.

Right-side up, sweet. Kyle and Danielle, Shelley and I. Ruling thangs.

Uncle Andy in the foreground. Righteous dude, and the most all-knowing basketball fan (and Larry Bird worshipper) there ever was.

Cold-chilling with Ashley and Ryan on the right, and Jessica on the left. Aunt Donna (Ryan and Ashley's mommy) is just visible in the right-hand corner. Large extended families are the beez kneez.

Sideways again, sorry. Uncle Burt in the orange, cousin Trav behind him, and Aunt Donna to my right. Funny story- one time when I was ten, the whole gang was over at Aunt Donna's and Uncle Buddy's. Travis, Ryan and Chad stole my pants and hung them on the ceiling fan. Yeah, I like, totally found it just as funny as they did.

 Shelley and my Uncle Mike. Dude's lost 60 lbs. over the course of the last year. Looks better than ever, but is still an unmerciful twister of young niece's and nephew's ears. Luckily, at age 23, I'm too old for that stuff. Haven't gotten my ear twisted in six months.

Me and my cousin Jordan. Brother to Jake the Snake, lover of Vans Footwear and listener to the mighty Sabbath. Rad dude, all around.

Punk

Found this in my folks' bathroom. Yikes.

The Beast

"Kevin, come and play. I'll not hurt you- honest!"

"Fool! You have sealed your fate, you have."

"I come for your blood! Don't run- overexertion will only anger me."

"He died like a pig, he did. Where to bury him? Under the hammock? Definitely."

Subway University

"Alright. Gotta go feed her. Go ahead."
"But if I go down there, she'll recognize me. We'll be busted."
"No she won't- put this on."
"My bird suit? But what am I gonna wear to work?"
"Your...work clothes?"
"But tomorrow's Casual Friday!"

Look at Them Blayyyyydes!

Gleaming whites, just back from the coaters. Might get them to coat my frame in this color next time they do  a white run. So good.

Accu-rides. Again, straight freshies.

Fresh Germans just came back. Customs. Very nice. Simulator mounts to be installed on the rears. F'n high tech thangs.

Landon, since I'm probably gonna be chilling at your place a bit when I get in, I figured the nice thing to do would be to make you some new shooooz fo ya whip. Duallys, for maximum ass-kicking with your Jetta. Don't worry, they black. 'Cause I know how my boy rides- grim in tha f**ing nacht! Mark, don't worry- bringing you some, too. Yooz's is gonna be chrome though, 'cause I know you want some polish for that new slab.

I have been pretty much locking up the shop at night alone. I stay later than everyone else, and as a result am charged with Fort Knoxin' the place when I leave. I love the freedom. I dig the heightened responsibility. I sweep up, power down the machines, cut off the air compressors, dump waste material, kill the welding machines and gas lines,  flip the lights and lock the door. Then I'm out. But not before searching the place for murk-ass tricks. Any I find are promptly ground up and dumped in the G-Unit barrel. Then I'm out.

Bouncing Souls

Got a lot of mascots at Rickson Truck Wheels. Like the Blessed Virgin. When the Mazak is on the fritz, that's her, pissed off 'cause we didn't pray over our joint morning breakfast of chicken and egg sandwiches.

And then there's Metal Jesus. Dude rocks out hard, and always bangs his head when I put Torche on.

Chipper the squirrel steals my bits and calipers when I'm not looking, so I torture-racked his ass in front of the lathe. When will he be allowed down? When he stops being a jerk, that's when. Hell, it's called work for a reason. Can't be grab-assin' all damn day.

Call this dude Monkey-Paw. Keeps an eye on the disc press (currently out of operation). Get too close to his press and he'll slap ya with his...you know. The dudes who worked here before me fashioned his...you know... with bubble gum. Twisted.

This cat. I should know who he is...but I don't. Embarrassed.

Brother Bear was starved for attention- got depressed and hung himself on the tail gate latch, figuring we'd notice and go to pieces. We noticed...and we're over it. Dude never shut the hell up.

And lastly, errybody knows this 'lil dude. One of my coworker's little boys gave it to him after he got it out of a happy meal. Yeah, I was touched too. Pay no attention to the hussies in the background.

Lemuria Rising

Starting to get into conspiracy theories and occult works. Also, the cover art is amazing.

This one is very old and was written by a German scientist and rocket/space/sci-fi enthusiast (credited with laying some ground work for the likes of von Braun and Goddard). Didn't know that when I bought it- I just wanted to read about the lost city. I used to be one of the biggest space/rocketry enthusiasts evaaar. Life's funny like that sometimes.

BIG business.

SOMEBODY SCREAM!

Remembering good times. F***ing great times, actually. And AYAOTD's remake of Nosferatu, where he emerges from the screen and starts draining the cinemaplex...that episode played a fundamental role in shaping me into the person I am today. Truly amazing. I have the box-set of all AYAOTD seasons (sans one disc), back in Houston. Gotta get that in my life again. And I want that disc, Kim!