I've been working on the drawing in the background so I've been lazy. It's gonna be at a show in a couple weeks.

DIVERTING YOUR ATTENTION.

This was a good fourth of July party. I got some free hot dogs and almost got hit in the head with about five screaching weasels. After the party was the after party.

Horribly Boring artsy-fartsy kinda stuff is funner to do than it is to show anyone.

The Voice of the Ghetto probably jumped this turnstile, I can almost guarantee it.

When you have nothing else to do and no one will answer your phone calls because everyone's a lame-o when it's blizzardish outisde, don't sit there and ponder anything. Go get some of Grandpa's old cough medicine and try to find Ghost Dog.

You'd think that a rap star with millions of dollars could make some sort of a dent in the Republican Party's stronghold but in the end it ended up being just another thing for the Republican's to laugh about over Gin Gimlet's with thousand dollar lime truffle wedges.

The Prince climbs his way up the subway beams like it's Super Mario Bros.

Did you ever notice every single person in the O.T.B. is always so depressed? It's because they win two dollars every once in a while after spending about nineteen hours betting a week.

THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING.

I know I shouldn't put this on here, it's irrelevant to the rest of the semi artsi-fartsi 35 millimeter film that I spend far too much money developing just so I can have one good exposure per roll. I gotta go water my watermelon or else it will be dry. Sorry.

THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!!!

A San Fransisco gem. This girl party'd a little too hard and let the dog's out right there in the Castro. Her friend watched in bewilderment, I was the jerk like, "Ok, stay still, don't move, ok perfect."

Purchase an air conditioner before it get's too hot, trust me.

A lot of people having a really good time, I probably lost the actual polaroid.

This is in the basement of a restaurant I used to work at. The girl had a kid and I never saw her again except once I bumped into her five minutes before my roomate broke his ankle real bad trying to kickflip up a curb. I never wanted to see her again fearing she was bad luck. The asian cook is Yung, he got fired from the restaurant for freaking out and screaming with a knife. But he was the coolest dude ever and made food for me and a few of my friends and kept pushing beers on us even after the rest of his family came home from some Jehova's Witness gathering after midnight.
Last Sunday I was in Chinatown and I screamed outside almost every door in the middle of his block, "Yung, Yung, Yung." Maybe I was on the wrong block. Brueger and I couldn't remember his address.

More of the Hobo Stew roast on the east river.

Pat Washington does a kickflip at Third and Army when you could still lift the little trap door thingy and just stick a rock under it. I'm sure Third and Army is pretty beat up these days but when I shot this photo it was perfect, and nobody was there but a couple fisherman and some bus drivers drinking a Welch's grape soda or two.
Trevor Prescott can be seen filming in the background. R.I.P. Trevor Prescott.