Got Him In a Full-Nelson.

"Yesterday is dead and gone.
 Tomorrow's out of sight.
And it's so sad to be alone.
Help me make it through the night."

Z-Boys in Venice Beach

All to ourselves, on account of the weather.

On that legal tip.

No light-tricks or photo-flubbery. Just a long, long-ass fry. Wasn't two in the morning, though.

Landon takes the long walk.

Came and saw. And conquered-ish.

Dreamin' Continued

Casa de Robbie. Luxurious and spacious.

He has an orange tree out back.

We partook. Apparently I have no idea how to properly eat an orange. Mufucka still got ate, though.

Looks like a skull. Trippy, mane.

Hollywood, just visible.

Trying to find Bill Murray's place.

This one's for Kyle.

Click to go big, and read this shit. Epic.

Dreamin'

Found The Roach, Momma. Some 'hoods stole off with it, repainted the muv.

One of them is a real person and one of them isn't. Mind games. Hawt.

The Supreme Bowl. LEGENDARY. Right after I took this, the kid on the left told me no photography was allowed. With the air of, "You stupid, stupid touristy fuck." I fucking can't stand being put in my place by somebody younger than me. I was pretty irritated for the next hour or so.

Landon and the rent-a-whip. The Sentra was essential to the success of our stay, and didn't act up not a once. Thanks, Nissan.

Lonely Lyle.

But he still has his arms. He still has his legs. 

Nowhere to walk to, though. And nothing to hold.

Lacking Restraint

These things are absolutely functional. Unscrew the caps and fill. Your condiments will shoot out of the nips. I might ask the Bird to start holding my wallet.

I. Love. My. Apartment. So. Fucking. Much.


The nail polish was meticulously selected and applied by Shelley. It's called Cajun Shrimp.

Circle Twerks

Photos by Don Jon and that Strange Bird. Good times had by all.

Argento

Today at work Kyle almost drove the forklift into a workstation by the VTL (vertical turning lathe). I say almost because he stopped more than eight inches away from it, and hit nothing.

But he was surprised he came that close. Me too, a little. Closest he's come to making a mistake in a long time. Dude just doesn't slip, ever.

So he takes a breath (and chides himself in his head, I'm sure), and then he drives off. Grandpa was at the saw, about fifteen feet away. Of course he didn't see it, and like I said, there was nothing to see. But I walk over anyway, and go,

 "Kyle almost crashed the forklift, just now. He shouldn't drink so much while he's working, you know?"

Grandpa says, "Well...maybe he should drink a little more. Then he'd pass out and he wouldn't do that shit."

The amount of time that passed before he shot that response back to me was maybe one second.  Maybe half a second. Our grandfather is one of the quickest, most dry-witted men. He just barely ever opens his mouth, so not a lot of people know it. Which is, I think, a shame. Mom thinks so, too.

...but that's okay.

She said, "Must be the maid". Exactly when I said, "Must be the help."

Like, we both said the first three words at EXACTLY the same time, and she said maid at exactly the same time that I said help.

We both laughed. Then we just looked at each other. We have had plenty of moments like that, I'm sure. But that one stands out in my mind. I remember driving home from the bar that night and thinking, "What am I doing? At this point, this is just stupid."

It took a little bit of time after that, but eventually I just stopped being stupid and told her that I was pretty sure that I'd made a mistake.

Printed On Paper.

"There's this thing called the Internet. Maybe you've heard of it?"

Slovenly Recorded.

This ain't a runway! Nobody wants to see you strut your shit. Get on, get off!

White Kong

Frozen. Witta "oh"-zen. I haven't seen it.

In the Ocean

"You bought those 'cause you wanted to get the entire thing in your mouth, huh?"

                 -Kyle

Buzzards and Parrots

"Hey, Kevin. Come over here. There's someone I want you to meet."

Well-played, Pete. Movie-Nite this Wednesday.



Photo by Juan. They all are, these days.

Cosby.

Well, how close were you two?

"REAL close, 'til the roofies wore off. Then I pulled my tongue out of there, and I left."

Ghost-Peppers.

Live long enough and you're made to eat all the words you've ever spoken. Which is a little bit sad. But mostly it's fucking hilarious.

High Res of the Juan D.

Voodoo Queen. The East Side rises.