time well spent...

monday night is punk and skate video night at the hemlock...timmy jaks introduced us to a ton of people ive already forgotten the names of, but thats to be expected really...

we got it twisted...

went places, met people...



this spot was fun while it was lit up...

THIS dude...

going, going, back, back, to cali, cali, a + b start

shea loaded up the sin-bin to sacramento the morning after trevor got in to SF...

trevornator...

mamories...

a moment of silence after a few moments of poorly guided angst...

fat chicks need hate too...

faced...

bringing it on home...

birthday boy killin 'em softly...wait, is softly the right word?


"your caption here"

joe trying his hardest not to like it...

6.7% alcohol 93.3% magic...

the who the what and the why

a little this...

a little that...
the HU 7" is sure to be the shit...

"when we get in there, just hand me the guitar and follow my lead..."

trevorsaurus wrecks...

much too much...

while i have some time ill give an update on my last week or so...pictures will come later but for now im too lazy/tired/lazy to do all that so...here goes...

thursday night was one for the ages in albunny...not only was it MY last night there, but sam's as well...oh yeah and it happened to be the 27th anniversery(sp?) of mike's release from his mommy's womb...so there were many different reasons to celebrate...we started at bummer's to get that free margarita for mr. mike and eventually headed to pinto and slob's for kareoke...yeah...kareoke...seriously...mike got up and did a number from DIO's long list of classics and i followed up with a little sam+dave "hold on im comin"...needless to say there wasnt a dry vagina in the house that night...after screaming the entire song i felt like i was going to explode out of my mouth so i caught some rest on the bench outside of the bar...bad idea...because when fat girls in sunglasses see this, they immediatly think its ok to sit on my face...after going ass to mouth with said fatty i was forced to break the news to her that not only does she have a brand new collection of STD's, she also needs to realize that her future isnt THAT bright and thus doesnt need her facial accesssories...unless it was a brown bag...then maybe she could pass for something i might put my penis in...

moving on...

i decided to make moves and head home and gave mr. phillips a ride to b-block since he was in no shape to make the walk alone without getting ionto some sort of trouble...i also used his impared sense of judgement to convince him that he should jump in a dumpster...he didnt hesitate what-so-ever...way to be phillips...way to be...xoxox

(pictures of all of this will be up by the end of the week hopefully)

so i woke up the next morning, had breakfast with the family and got on that magic machine that would eventually bring me across the country back to SF...but first i had a layover in north carolina where i was relieved to find i could smoke INDOORS while i got drunk...god bless the south and thier unwvaering support of scumbagism...my flight got delayed for a few hours so once again i swore on my left testicle i would never fly US AIRWAYS again...terrible flight attendants and too many flight delays and headaches and blahblahblahblah just dont fly with them...trust me...

once i was in SF i got to my new room and awaited trevor's arrival...shit has been insane since...once he was unpacked we headed out to bomb hills and grab some beers with shea and his girl...met up with them at the attc and eventually the whole damn crew was there and i got to introduce trevor to my homies away from my homies, he was pumped...especially about the talks of a trip to the new sacramento concrete park the following morning...we had a few more beers and headed home...woke up to a call from shea telling us to meet up at pissburger alley to load into the van and make our way to sacto...that park was just insane...tons of underage rippers there making us feel old and slow but we of course had fun nonetheless...i believe this was trevors first time skating concrete bowls and he of course handled them with ease...ear to ear grins all day...if it wasnt for the over-abundance of little kids on razor scooters and loller bladers that place wouldve been really REALLY fun...but thats not the eparks fault, just shitty timing on our part...we headed back to sf but not before we hit up IN N OUT burger...god damn that place is indeed "whats up"...deeeeelish...just as we were getting back to the bay we caught an incredible sunset over the rolling hills of california, you couldnt ask for much more from one day...i told trevor i wasnt sure i would be able to match the level of awsomeness that was sunday for the rest of the time he was here but as it turned out, monday was right on par...

so we woke up monday around 11, got some breakfast on powell st and made our way to DLX...hung out and bullshitted for a little while and trevor got to meet some of the older upstate transplants...we were headed out the door when timmy walked in and was looking for dudes to make shred with...we hopped in his truck and headed to redwood city to skate this really rad but mellow (compared to sacto) park...some local kid who coujldnt have been more than 17 was absolutley putting it down with absolutley no effort...words cant really express how steezy this kid was, im pretty positive youll see what im talking about at some point, if he isnt am/pro by the time he's 18 theres something very wrong going on in the "biz"...

moving on...

we took off from redwood and went to menlo where trevor once again fell in love with concrete pools...i was just starting to warm up when i ate shit harder than i have in a long long time...straight to flat...knocked the wind out of me and left me in the fetal position for a good 60 seconds...once i got that first breath of air back though i knew it was on like con-ed...now that i knew i wasnt going to fall much harder than i already had i wasnt as afraid to shred the pool and finally learned how to keep my speed and really push the corners etc etc...overall we all had a blast and skated untill the last bit of daylight was gone...got back to SF around 6 and went to tims to roast some of that killer cali and check out his chopper-bike...its not finished yet but when it is...goood god damn...that shit puts a puch to fucking shame...100% 'merican badass...

ended the night by sippin beers on the street and heading over to the hemlock for punk rock and skate video night...some cute little punker-dyke gave me her number and told me to come over with a bottle and she'll cut my hair...im in need top...of a haircut AND maybe a black eye from trying to get some sort of dyke on dyke on me action...we'll see...

so yeah...thats about it for now...pictures will be up soon...untill then...eat shit

we three kings...

pretty old pic from some random night at bombers...i think it was xmas'ish time 05...


new years 05-06

even though i rarely ever used it, i really miss having an assault rifle...

i had to change this pic from color to black and white, otherwise it could quite possible BLOW YOUR MIND....

you dont let a photo oppertunity like this just slip through your fingers...

i know what your thinking..."stop trying to look hard"...well im not...im just trying to not vomit in nicks car...

a few random sketches ive had sitting in my computer that ive always liked...

never forget to always remember...

stupid sells...

twig 'n berries...

damon is short for dancefloor justice...



danial finally came out of the the "i used to be a street fighter character" closet...good for him...just keep away from my kids...

Bro-crastination at its finest...

this next series chronicles my last weekend in the bunny untill summer...started off friday by getting in a few rounds on the table before the show...



scott was upholding a strict "no drugs or alcohol" policy for his basement so i had to get started kinda early so he didnt flip his bitch switch...F.Y.I. six american dollars will get you six american bowling pins full of budwieser at SAM's...

we trudged over to his house and HOODS UP eventually un-impressed everyone with a ripping set full of missle drop-kicks, bloody faces, and other sorts of tomfoolery...most everyone had smiles on their faces throughout the set so i fugure at least most of the crowd was somewhat entertained...this is likely the last hoods up set for a good long while...hopefully we can get the recoreded shit off to get pressed before summer and maybe have some sort of "release show" but dont hold your breath...


we "broceeded" to the local watering holes and began our mystic voyage into drunken oblivion...

kevin looks how i feel...if there are any scientist's reading this please feel free to explain what the hell is exactly going on here because i sure as shit cant figure out how kevins hair and scarf are defying the law of gravity...


id like to introduce you to dave's "oh" face...












no night would really feel complete without a trip to johnny dog's for our daily allowance of the 'merican eat's...

"BEER'S lookin at you kiiiiiiiiiid"


id be a liar...NAY, a blasphemous heathen!! if i said that this weekend was nothing special...so much love for all those involved...

id like to put captions to all of these but im not nearly as funny as i think i can be so ill leave this as an open invitation for you to submit any captions you'd like bestowe upon me...winners will recieve a lifetime supply of high fives...