Holiday.

I was invited on a cruise by an old friend the other day. I really want to go because I have never been. This is the most fun that I have ever had in which a cruise ship was involved. Maybe I am going to have to take up that offer

Raya and Kelly.

LAME

This Girl....

I like to refer to myself as a "shutter-bug" rather than "paparazzi" or "press". One thing we all have in common, we all like to get stupid-fucked-up pictures from time to time.

Have no fucking clue how she got there.

She thinks I just caught the goods on camera.

She wouldn't have cared.

Rage: Death Star Galactica

We collected drift wood and knotted balls of tangled lobster trap line from the shores of the four mile beach and built our selves a shelter for our habits.




My uncle told me that if the national sea shore patrol took away his cooler I promptly owe him one in return.

Guess what coast this is on.

Seat for two at the surfboard bar, fire side.

This box camera was bought by Famous Class.

The local life guards were tired.

Al dove into the ocean. The four foot shore brake ripped his pants off and he was stranded in the mungy watter pant-less. He then spitefully fought the infinite ocean, searching for his dignity. I was playing pirate golf upon his arrival from the waters grasp. He spat and shook water off his body in rage walking back to the fire. "Fucking Ocean! Such an ungrateful bitch!"

He then sang songs about it and drank rum.

I burnt myself. As Usual.

The sun awoke you as hell would.
Yes I did make an egg for breakfast. 

lauren fell asleep inside, and woke up outside. She did not know how this happened.

Four Mile
Haggered

Fashion: I'm Hiding Something From You

This Model asked to see my pictures on my camera. I hate showing people right away, so I kindly said no. She was a very beautiful model and upon my rejection she turned her pretty face into an ugly one. I liked it because after that I had some real attitude to work with.

Clothing: Rumors

Photo: Lame

Rage: 4/11/08

I went to my local spot to have a beer. The bar tender got me drunk and then told me that my tab would be taken care of if I worked the door. There was 2 people in the bar when I agreed. This was my first time working a door and little did I know we were about to get double booked.






Fernando was at the front door. I was at the back door.

Diamonds.

Ian and Pokie relieved me so I could go be lame.

The band was cool.

Nothing better than a howling back up acoustic guitarist.

We exchanged words after the show about music. I do not pay attention to music much so I sounded stupid. I just remember talking about Jews or something at one point.

Good turn out for a private show.

The girls were dancing, so I kept my elbows low.

He could probably kill you with his accordion, if you give him a reason.

She could probably steal your heart, with out any reason at all.

It was like the Pumpkin's video Today. Horny kids.

Seemed like everyone had a good time.

For some reason it turned into a hip hop concert at around 1 am. Thats about when I left.

See?

RJ

RJ has a music shanty behind my apartments. I heard him playing drums one night when I first moved in, but I let him be. Then I was invited back.

My apartment faces east, this is facing west.


I was impressed by how complicated he made playing a violin. 

Other instruments of musical device were used as well

I wonder what the tennis balls and whiskey were for.

The drumming area was constricting.

He had lots of trinkets, but this one in my opinion was the best.

I gave his wife an eye pillow made by my mother. She loved the smell and was so excited she had to share it with RJ.

This Guy...

This was a Hard Rock Pool Party. This guy was hammered and had been making sure that everyone around him knew so. I give him props for the shorts, only because I cant pull them off. He was trying to use all the class and charm he could to get some of the ass the was floating around in the hot tub.

She really didn't want anything to do with him.

The shorts didn't work.

A pirate showed up.
He found what he was looking for, the booty. Mr. Bond on the other hand was still working his magic.

I have nothing to say about this.

Lauren

Lauren once asked me if I would do acid with her. I said no, but then offered her something that might take her mind off anything of the sort. Here are her new Vans, she called and asked me what color she should buy. I picked yellow.

Lauren likes to take pictures and wanted to take some of me.

So I got in the bath tub.

I gave her a pose.

Lauren and I like to paint together and play music. I don't think that Lauren needs any more acid.