ANCIENT CEMETERY PART ONE.

Learning how to incorporate a date with work is one of the hardest things to accomplish. Bringing your girl to one of the strangest cemeteries in New York is a stretch. She squeezed through the fence, I had to do a little hopping.
I know somebody out there would have wanted this Wyckoff Boerum headstone log but I ain't the cemetery stealing type.

ANCIENT CEMETERY PART TWO.

AFTER THE MARQ, THIS CADDY.

It will never flip over and you can take out a small yellow bus. I get scared driving in plastic cars. Especially with my girls brother Oscar, he drives like an Anthrax track on meth.

PUSSYBOX

I know that these are two of the same photo's. I just couldn't choose which I liked better. In one she's looking right at me, in the other she is surrounded by jordan's and heels. Woman with a good sense of shoes are the shit, grown men who wait in lines to get the new dunk are ruining life for everyone.

THE OLD STOPLIGHT PONDER.

Everyone needs a break every once in a while. Ate some chili-cheese dogs and I'm ready to go. '08 is about to prove great. My grandmother said to me today, "When are you gonna get a haircut, y'know, a mans cut." That kinda made me feel like a pus. Taking a break really meant taking a break so there wasn't too much photography going on, however, I did manage to sneak backstage into Tortoise little back room and get some shots. Those will be up soon, even though I always freak a bit about putting film through the radiation machines at the airport. Oh shit, with the song coming on the radio right now and me typing this maybe my grandma was right?!

JELLY OF THE MONTH CLUB

When he was handing me the sealed envelope it was like that Alex Olson song in the new Lakai video, "You used to be so beautiful..." Then I opened it up and saw the week little sum I would still be taxed on, "And now your gonna die die die die die."
The last possible thing I expected before Christmas is getting royally screwed by my job. My Christmas bonus was literally ninety percent less than it was last year, and I worked three times as hard. There aren't going to be too many posts from here on out until the new year. I need to distance myself from photography.
It probably wasn't the best move to call in with all my vulgarities and scream at my boss.
Don't let this happen to you. If you worked your ass off and get screwed and don't say anything then they'll keep taking advantage. All I needed was a good excuse, now I have one.
Of course it's demeaning when he tells me this and that about when he was my age and he was a little broke and he had to sell his guitar but realized twenty years later when his father was sick that Christmas isn't about money, it's about family.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I screamed in my head and told him I had to get off the phone.
All the meanwhile I had two friends outside my car with the windows getting foggy and the doors locked.
Give me a Goose Island, I'm out.