being home alone is soooo nice.

It's the summertime and that means if your in Bushwick your sure to find a garbage can full of ice cold beers, a grill with shish kebab's, a table filled with domino's, and a couple of dirty stare's all within a five side walk square radius.

VIOLENTLY & DESTRUCTIVELY FRENZIED ON THE 4TH.

On all accounts the best fourth of July of my life. So there you have it.
It rained almost the whole day, you can't tell because the guy who looks like his name is "Old El Paso" is facing the camera. But he took thee hardest spill flipping backward while chasing after a rogue volleyball in the rainy day tournament of the century played on a sloped field in the forest, the back of his jacket had a huge green grass stain. I kept thinking the whole night, "Man that guys gonna feel an achin' tomorrow for sure."

The cook thought she was all cool for taking off an entire pig, then Oscar came up before anyone and said "Ok, gimme the cheek and an ear." Therefore destroying the beauty before anyone else collected. Then he really drove her berserk when she went to cut him a slice of the lamb and he just grabbed a whole leg and ripped the damn thing off. Classssicc style points on the bite and runner-up for coolness in the background is the second-best volleyball player in the tournament. Mr. Justin.

Vegetarians of the world should have been there just so they could have a pukefest like "Stand By Me."

July 4th, part II

It's not everyday you get the chance to tag-a-long to a massive party in the sticks. I could write a book about this guys house. I'll only write five things. Valet Parking, outdoor concrete heated pool with gift bag upon arrival with OFF bug spray and towels, a mariachi band, horse-shoes, and an unlimited supply of food and drinks (not cheap liquor but super quality Old Speckled Hen Bottles!).
Carol tried to take a bite before the lamb was down but got shot down by the cook.

Chicken fights in the pool got so hectic I got a glimpse of a fourteen year old boob, then called a scumbag for seeing it.

This guy was mesmerizing on all levels just for the fact that he was from Tennessee and could recite the entire horse-shoe catalogue to a T.

The man that made the magic happen with his sweet-hearts.

I told Justin to smile for the camera but he was in complete shock over the whole lamb. Let me tell you something else, this wasn't store bought. "The man that made the magic happen" raised it and had a name for it and fed it better than seventy-five percent of the entire population on the planet.

THE EMERALD

Being in The Emerald with a couple locals in the wee hours of July 4th can turn into mayhem. I especially like the fact that everytime I see George there he has a fresh pound of Raspberry's he picked in his backyard and makes daiquiris every hour for anyone in the house.
Everyone was looking good in my grandpaw's old hat, I told 'em to wear it in the pic for good luck.

A NICE LITTLE PLUG ON A DUMB LITTLE BLOGGY.

I bought the head photographer for the Daily News three shots of house whiskey and paid him five bucks, I also told him The Beast would destroy him if he didn't plug my bloggy/site on the cover of Sunday's issue.

FINDING A RAMP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE SENT BY YAHWEH

A phone call to my roomates that went kind of like this, "Hey, so look, your not gonna believe this, and I don't exactly know where it came from, but I just found a ramp on the dead end corner by the cemetery."
The Beast amazed me with a little rocker on the jankiest dead end green crapper in northwestern Queens.

I pondered hiding it somewhere but where? It weighs a ton and someone's bound to take the wood for scraps, all I could do was leave a note mentioning how much it meant to the boys and girls of Queens.

The politician in the background never really realizes all the gang signs being thrown during the picture. I have to be the one telling the kids, "Look, honestly, this picture aint gonna run unless you put your hands down." They always comply in the most disappointed way.

My boss, "So look, I have a different kind of parade for you." And instantly I said, "Well, what is it, a gay parade?" He asked me how I knew but I could just tell by the way he said it. Anyways, here's the NY cheerleaders doing their thing on the sidelines.

If you sit on Nish's couch you'll get all intrigued and artsy over his fishes. That's literally the point where you have to mentally slap yourself in the face and say, "Let's get out of here."

I'm convinced this guy was the first owner of my third generation 1989 Marquis.

I'm working on a series of beach photo's. Thats a sneak peak my friend.