She is one of the dead people who never left this earth. She stalks the night torturing the living who fear the dead. I can always feel her presence. Her laugh haunts my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat to see her standing in my closet door. I close my eyes and try to ignore her but she creeps closer and closer until I can feel her cold breath on my face. I open my eyes and she is gone. She leaves my house in shambles like a bat out of hell. I have four days left at 1010 and I am glad I will be gone because I hate this woman.

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We are having another art show at the Hard Rock Hotel this Friday 6/26. There will be free booze from 8-9pm. Come and support some local artists. This may be my last show because I never make money at these things and always end up with empty pockets.
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To shoot more barrels! Preferably with people in them, but who the fuck cares really? Summer is now here and were in for a long haul of obnoxious tourists and crowded lineups. These two images are dedicated to the good things about summer; no wetsuits, long days, and bikinis! Cheers everybody.
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After traveling for 48 hours to Indonesia and back without any problems, I have managed to obtain the swine flu in my own home. What are the odds? I'm not sure which is better about the swine flu, the fact that I had the most intense dreams where I was killing people in my parents house or that my throat has completely closed off and I can barely breathe. Wish me luck!