The world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' through.

Other misc. stuff that I scanned in today. The black and white are 5x7 prints of Dani and Sadboy, 11/21/09. The color was some time last spring. I need to find the rest of those shots.

But I'm wising up, I'm wising up to them.

Black and white 120 film printed on a color enlarger. Photos taken in '05, printed March '09.

You're making friends with the fireflies.

I found this mask at the Melrose swap meet, and apparently it's the mask that's worn by the person being chased by the dragon on Chinese New Year. So, of course photos ensued. I also wore it to a Halloween party this year. October '09.

You should say his name the way that he said yours.

My grandpa's house, July '09

Now we see what the engine can do.

All 5x7 photos from a surprise party we had for Joel 11/20/09

Late for practice!

Most relaxing shoot I have had in like, years. Plus, the people shooting next to us were total 'tards. And it was hilarious. Joel 11/20/09, and Julian and Tracey 11/18/09.

Pictures are all I have left along with memories.

Photoshoot with Gina (of course) from November 6, 2009


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Things aren't always as bad as I think they are.

To the middle-aged man walking in the mathematical middle of the sidewalk.

Hello, sir.

You are unaware of my presence as I slowly swerve from side to side, trying to determine which of your mammoth legs are furthest away from where my bike and I will soon be. I find either option to be impossible, unless I wish to knock you over, but I do not wish to dirty your red-and-blue windbreaker, or your clever khaki baseball hat that has a fishing store logo on the side. Dear sir, I have politely asked you to "Please excuse me", but now I notice that you are listening to Tears for Fears (or something similar) on your strangely hip iPod. You do not own the sidewalk, my dear friend, but I do not know how to convince you of this. How do I reach you, windbreaker man? I meant you no harm at the start of our interaction, and now I only wish for your Sketchers to come undone, and for you to stop to tie them. I would then use you as a ramp, and do a sweet flip off of your probably-balding-and-that's-why-you-wear-that-hat head.

And then you move aside to accommodate the scantily clad blond that is completely out of your league, notice me, and shuffle exactly three inches to the left, while looking very smug that you have noticed me and caused no trouble.

I do not like you, windbreaker man.
I do not like you at all.