Dork tricks

In certain social circles I am considered a square.

XOXOXO

Happy V-Day.

Horror Biz

I can safely say that I have had way more misfortune on Christmas Day than on any Friday the 13th. Not to mention that slasher films are about as useless as superstition itself. So I guess the point I am trying to make is that we empower whatever it is we choose to believe in. There is nothing there in the dark that isn't there in the light. Now go break you mirror with a black cat.

English Breakfast

Sometimes jokes can go wrong. Other times they can go way wrong. If you pay close attention to this clip you will see that this was one of the other times. But don't worry, everyone was still friends within minutes.

Duffel bag to hold $500,000+

In my countless hours of wandering through the internet like a homeless person roams the streets, I sometimes find a gem. This one was a Wanted ad posted on Craigslist.org:

Just like it says im looking for a duffel bag or large luggage that can hold $500,000 or more in twenties it takes up a lot more space than you would think it should be able to support 100 pounds or more preferably with a lock for more info email hxcdance4jesus@yahoo.com im willing to pay up to $100

Walking the lines.

I started walking on train tracks around the age 9. It has brought me to some interesting places. And shown me some bizarre things. Sometimes they are grotesque.
Other times they are quite beautiful. It is when the lines between grotesque and beautiful become blurred that I know I have seen something special.

Nemo

Ujamaa!

This is the shirt I designed for my friend Nick's Boardshop. I am pretty sure he liked it. I am absolutely sure he is not going to have it printed. It could be that I wrote "boardshop" when actually his shop is called "Ujamaa Boardhouse". Sorry Nick. Or it may be that he doesn't expect it to sell that well in a Rasta-based skateshop. I guess I am going to have to open my own shop if I want my face on a shirt.

Poetic Justice System

This is a letter Eric wrote from inside the clink. Good stuff.

180 degrees

Josh was the raddest friend. For example, I could just come home to the Applehouse on a steaming hot day with a discarded sprinkler and be like "Josh, I need you to come outside and ollie something huge for me". That was all it would take to get a photo. I don't think he ever even asked for a copy of any of his shots. He was just down to support his friends. I now realize how rare that quality is in a friendship.