7.16.2010

i'm ridin' on hell's hot flames comin' up from below

So I might have been coerced into an alcohol-soaked Newport 4th of July.
...actually, I was a part of it.

It's about 4pm. My brothas from otha mothas, Nathan Eliot Kemp & Eric Chuckleberry Slim, now Yo Huckleberry, Lake are just sitting around shooting the shit about Eric moving away in TWO days to Portland and how we were entirely sober and sun-deprived on one of our favorite holidays. Fuck it, we're going to Newport.

Embracing cirrhosis & melanoma, one day at a time.


he was white once.


prints&stripes.


check out them baby bluez.


leaving his mark.

tostitos&four locos with strangers turns into ...

indoor water fights with strangers.

team surplus. always.

Two friends I've known forever. Two friends I'll keep forever. You two are alright.

listening to:

up from below - EDWARD SHARPE&THE ZEROS

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