Come on, Let's Sweat

F***ing kids, both of 'em. Grow up!

Flatliners

Ringing and running at Mark's.

Tomatoes coming in.

His metal shop rail. He and Landon can still put it down on this rusty bastard.

Heading out.

Adjustments at Matt's house.

He emerges!

...but not really.

Cruisin' World.

Taking the Hill!

Taking a break.

Ride On

Sulking Sheila. It's gonna get better, girlie!

The trail to Cullen Park.

The cemetery in the middle of the park (that Gordon once raked leaves in- shirtless). Respect.

Shelley's old joint. Looking classy.

Made it to Mark's. More to come.

Pond Scum

Drink it in. It alllllways goes down smooth.

Registered Tex-Offender

Yeah, it's real. And yeah- shortening their curfews is probably a good idea.

Spare Parts

Tonight's the night...dark and rainy...the perfect night for killing. They won't expect us tonight. They'll just hear the rain. But we're ready. Swift. Silent. Deadly. Your rifle is loaded and locked. Your bayonet is fixed. Your eyes study the shadows. Tread lightly. Watch the Marine in front. Repeat the signal. We will make the first move. It's a rush just before it happens. Muzzle flashes and the crack, crack, crack, of rounds. It's a beautiful thing-- a fire-team rush. Face-to-face with the enemy. Get up close if you can. Thrust the bayonet in. Don't forget to twist on the way out. Once you grate ribs you'll know he'll drop. The rainwater mixes with the blood. Dark red at first...then diluted to runny lines of cloudy pink. The smell of wet gunpowder...ahhh, you gotta love that. Savor it. You've done your job. It was him or you. That is what we do. Listen to the rain. Stare into the night. Move on. There are others waiting to die tonight.

Can't stop laughing at 1:10

I am your armor.