Brighter than the Sun

Pocketed some slag that got thrown off the welder. Learned full-welds today. Real dope. Real scary too. Limited room for mistakes- luckily I never f*** up, right?

Instantaneous tanning capabilities, also.

If getting savage is your thing.

Act Like You Don't Know Me

I don't care if you're in the f***ing Olympics, about to run the f***ing 100-meter dash- If someone buys you a beer, you say 'thank you' and you drink the f***ing beer!

Boils and Ghouls

This show was a huge part of the nineties for me. It used to come on really late (11 or midnight, because of its graphic nature- nowadays shows way gnarlier than this one come on at noon). Kyle and I (and any friends/cousins who were spending the nights on weekends) used to sneak it whenever we could. Our first real introduction to booze, blood and boobies on the tube- we loved it. It was an especially righteous occasion when we caught it on TV up at the farm (a treat, since there weren't many channels on that set). Mom always hated us watching it, and shut it down whenever she caught us. But she never scolded us hard about it- 'cause she was (and is) a totally dope mom.

Seattle

Shelley's off for the Northwest tomorrow.

Porty tyme.

Milly Badison

Conditioner is better.

I don't see nothin' wrong...

with a little bump n' grind.

Larceny and Old Lace

Saw the Coathangers last night. Shelley came with me. She and I (and the other ten people there) got to party on stage with the band since the crowd was so small. The band demanded it, and I'm glad the Bean was with me or I would have chickened out.

They slayed, as always. Breaks my heart that deece bands can't get a decent following going (in certain cities, anyway).

I've become a bit of a jean-jacket aficionado in recent years- and this one demanded documentation. Pick by the Bean, of course.

 
Great color in this one, I think. Shelley's initial reason for snapping the pic was (is) her utter fascination with Ked's Footwear.

Uh oh... looks like Pete gets to experience the joy that is Baltimore very, very soon.

My God is a Funny God

Laundry room antics.

I love your wife too, bro. Haha. Seriously.

Silly girl, if you have to ask, you already know the answer.

And I know it's a girl because, come on, look at that handwriting and color choice.

..for mature. The question is, is he a hard-core video-gamer or a porn star? 

And yeah, I know it's a dude because, while girls can be stupid, only guys can be that stupid. Sad but f***ing true.

Well that's like, your opinion, man.

Besides, it's Tad Nugent, anyway.

In Name and Blood

Pecked by the seagulls, hanging from the gallows
Twisting in the breeze, dripping something on the streets
I can see him from my window, they can see him from the water
Just a victim of the press gang


I knew him when he was breathing
He was a good man, he was a young man
He was like you, he was like me
It could've been you, 
It should've been me

Two-Horse Tug of War

God, I've made mistakes. Too many to count.

But this wasn't one of them! To all my buds back in Texas: it's 2011, f***ers. Cut 'em off and put 'em on!

When the Lights Go Out

"BMX is in a good place right now."
                              -Gaz Sanders


Hung out with Wayne on the stoop again today- and everything was going great! Had a couple beers, talked about motorcycles (Wayne crashed his first one within the first 36 hours), his being stationed in Germany and chilling in bomb shelters every day, his post-war habit of doing Quaaludes and tearing around Greensboro...we even discussed how his last roommate drugged one of his beers and then made off with 500 bucks. He tells the best stories! If half of them are true, dude's lived a life.

BUT, as we went our separate ways after saying goodbye, I heard him mutter that he loved me- under his breath. F***, if he keeps escalating his weird goodbyes every time we hang, I'm gonna be in trouble in a minute or two! Like I said though, he's not dangerous. Just lonely. And he tells great stories.

Downed Star

Work just started picking up today, which I am really happy about. But it was slow the last week. So I've been working on my welding to keep busy.

Full-Dresser

Obsessive-compulsive. One-track mind. All-consuming at the moment and it's starting to become a problem.


Ripped from RF/FH/LV.

Bad Decisions

Dude in town is giving away an '86 Honda Rebel for 600 f***ing dollars, and swears it runs great. A lady is selling her '83 Rebel for 1,200 (didn't say that was firm) and she claims it's the original black and orange tank and fender. I told her to send me decent pictures and I'd get back to her. Mom, Pop, we might have to talk about this...


(pic poached from Cycle Zombies)

Antiquated Systems

"It's alright, Ma. I'm only bleeding."

Born In

Missing yall already. Scar's dude caught me lurking...sorry.

Bummed I didn't snap one of Matt and Sarah- they make a dope couple! Honestly, I wanted to be guarded when I met her, 'cause Matt's a blood brother to me and I feel the need to protect my brothers. BUT- couldn't do it. She's too rad. Take it slow, is my advice- but she's cool as hell and I'm psyched for you, Mathew Mark-Luke-John Deforke.

Mikey, Danielle, Kyle and Gandalf the Grey. Black, lifeless eyes...like a doll's eyes. F*** that dog is brutal!

Big Thangs

Models. Both of 'em. Makes salty dudes like myself pretty G-louse. Sorry for the lighting. They've got too much style for it to matter, anyway.

Cuddle-muffins.

Taking pictures of pictures being taken. Avant-garde shit.

Those two! Sharp.

Bone structure.

Caught this on the way home from the ceremony. Testify.