San Fran in October

With the upcoming Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival approaching, I felt it was appropriate to post some hippies sitting around a park with thousands of other hippies. On this day I was force fed some mind altering brownies without anyone even once considering my emotions.

Papa Smurf

 This picture is a great representation of what "special" brownies make things look like. 

 a classic san francisco hipster. I never thought I'd see one in person. I'm so glad I was able to snap off this shot before I was cut down with snarky comments about my beard.

"Dumbass, nice picture you just took with the cap on", is all I heard. Again, the brownies.

Please Kill Me

I don't know how y'all do out there?, but we'll donk out a scotsdale before we warsh it any day.

August 30th, 1997

This is looking like a tailgating party for lollapalooza. Pool Party at the Dudek's. Sadly, those may never happen again as the parents are considering downsizing their domicile. I don't know if any of you remember, but we were all laying around the living room that night when on the T.V. a news flash had said that Princess Diana was killed in a car crash. Life went on. I do miss the "Tore-ass" though. She served me well. I can't even remember why I got rid of it. Knowing me, I probably killed it.

Drunkin Turds

smashed up my goods shit-faced fuckers

partial assembly required

shocks

A Comforting Thought For Boys

Next time you're laid up and need a catheter you'll be staring into these understanding, loving eyes while that polymer tube slides up your peehole. Rest easy gents, from here on out you are in good hands.

And ladies, he's taken so stop dreaming about what he might do to your holes.

Congrats Moot.

You make me feel like dancing (I wanna dance the night away)

Will and Lisa's wedding dance party and other wedding shots. Happy Anniversary. 

Save Me a Saturday Night

Um, what the fuck? Clear the calendar, I could listen to Suss tell stories for hours, days, months, years. Ain't no joke, there's some folks that can light up a room but she's an atomic bomb.

Friday "Damn"

Pee Wee Herman, Bike Incident

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Animals of the Photobooth

The saga continues. I promise you will be so totally sick of seeing this shit by the end of next month. Until then, enjoy.

 

 

loaded trailer hurricane earl in town tastie waves and a cool buzz

doug & donnie love to party

yoter van ocracoke island n.c. if you cant beat'em join'em

the sun dont rise and set on the corner grocery

fubar

Last Night in A-stan

LAST NIGHT IN AFGHANISTAN

8/29/2010

Rushing and rushing, planes and helicopters. Trying to get unstuck. Waiting for the birds to get out of the Arghandab, can't find one of the guys supposed to roll with us. He's disappeared. A contractor kid tells me I should check all the port-a-jons. "He's probably jacking off, I just gave him a bunch of porn." The jet wash from the engines of the Chinook feel like standing in a forest fire. You go up in it so fast it's like an express elevator, your stomach drops to the floor. We run a circuit of bases in the thing, we keep touching down in the dark in another gravel field, sometimes we just sit, sometimes we take on more passengers. Leave at 12:30 from Terra Nova and don't get off in KAF until 4 am. Next day my ears buzz for a half hour after the C-130 ride to Kabul.

I arrive at the military side of Kabul airport and wash just enough clothes in the sink to be able to get on a plane tomorrow. Take a shower and watch the brown water run off me, down the drain. Stay in a tent with a bunch of middle aged guys texting, looking at me suspiciously. The military base at Kabul airport is a strange bubble to end 6 weeks in Afghanistan. I find myself in the role of fashion critic of the uniforms of all the NATO troops here. BulgariaRomaniaFrance TurkeySpainSingapore Denmark GermanyTheNetherlandsandonandon. Most of these folks don't fight. They all look goofy as hell. Each country has it's own camo pattern. Some make sense, some you think man, did they get third graders to draw that? None of them use Realtree. Go figure. There are flyers up for dance night at the Belgian lounge. Here it's like one big summer vacation. Except you have to carry an unloaded rifle everywhere you go. I watch a Fox news correspondent do her stand up in the big tent that people go to use the internet and watch movies. Guys and gals are shooting pool and playing WII all around her. I think You better save it sister, this is the bubble. It gets a lot different outside of here.

6 weeks here. Almost all embedded. Too long. Last year, this Lt. Col. I met here would tell me, "You know, in 10 years I'm moving back here, opening up a ski lodge." It was supposed to demonstrate how confident he was in his ability to turn things around, at least in the area under his control. It sounded cute then, a good soundbite. It sounds completely insane now, almost willfully stupid. I would love to take a trip here one of these days. See this place without rifle plates strapped to my chest. After these weeks, that seems a possibility as remote as I can imagine. Out of here.

B&W Sessh.

Black and White Session. This must of been around 1994. We had a sweet 12' wide, 4' tall mini in our back yard that got schralpped daily.  At one point someone not from our house named the ramp, "Creeping Death". With the first layer on the ramp being a really flimsy aluminum sheeting, I can understand why. This set of photo's is just a glimpse of many photo's to come of our crew that used to skate it. These are my brothers . These are my friends.

Rico Suave 

Backside Ollie VJB

Stanimal. A fixture at the house that rocks. Yes that is a bedroom on the porch, what of it?

Frontside Smith VJB

ZDB gearing for a throwdown. Speaker in the window, probably pumping out something emo.

When someone asks you what a backside floater looks like, direct them to this photo. Stanimal Chin huckin' a lofty backside ollie. I miss it.

Don't be fooled by my fancy footwork, I have been known to land way sketchier tricks. This I believe was a 5-0 to fakie failure. One of many. I was distracted by the Faulkner graffiti.

New Beer!

I like beer. In fact, I drank a ton of the stuff just last night. I had a couple pints of Firestone IPA (which wasn't bad considering their other beers aren't stellar), a Bohemia at a taqueria, and three—or was it four?—pints of Racer 5 (there's some sort of magic hangover dust that our good friends at Bear Republic stir into the vats so more than two of these isn't advised).

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Anchor Steam has a new limited release beer. It's called Humming Ale. I think it's the best beer they make. Go figure. Not sure how widely it will be distributed so you might wanna fly to San Francisco and tour the facilities asap for a taste.

Test Ridin'

Since my KLR has been in the shop (7 weeks now), I got that itch to get out and ride a bike. Carolina Euro was kind enough to let me take a 2010 BMW f800gs out for the weekend. Will and I took a nice trek from Greensboro to Pilot Mountain to Mayodan where we kicked it for the night. The next day we took the bikes back out to Hanging Rock were we road half-way up a steep dry river bed before saying, "Hey this is a loaner bike after all. To much is to much." As you can see below, it didn't stop me from testing out it's ease with water or a field. The bike was pretty damn awesome

knight rider

Cutting through a field. The grass is as high as the handle bars. 

SV650 Makeover

Picked up some aftermarket bodywork on Craigslist a few months back. Been slowly piecing it all together—pulling off the stock plastics, creating mounts, adjusting everything to fit. I've been riding around with it as-is but need to finalize everything and paint it. Got everything I need from the hardware store. A few sunny afternoons and it will be complete. Here's the first part of the process.