Random

This random kid definitely had one ticket to the city. Gary and John sat around shamelessly while James and Sean drank wine and paid these 15 year old kids cold hard cash to shred! Hahaha!!! Funny day!

Big Dog!

This is a photograph of inventor August Musger. He invented a little thing called SLOW MOTION!!!

Fantasy Football

Is gonna be so fucking sick! The Smoakland Hammer is gonna be wrecking foolz!!!

"Scientist's Say, It'll All Wash Away"

I was listening to Gram Parsons for the five thousandth time this weekend when I realized that I never want to stop listening to this. Everything is so heart felt and sincere, like some psychedelic working mans tears draped over me, a pestering conscience of transcendentalism. I had heard The Flying Burrito Brothers before but had not had the chance to feel such a direct correlation and attachment with their music. I have no idea what the music is supposed to mean? I don't try to analyze music anymore anyways. I really want to be profound right now, but instead I think I'll just get myself a white leather jacket and sew marijuana leaves on it and trip out. On Gram's Wikipedia page it says that Keith and Mick stole the song "Honky Tonk Women" from Gram. Later the song would develop into "Country Honk" on the album "Let It Bleed", to which Gram was not credited authorship of any kind. Wikipedia is a big bag of nuts anyways, so who knows?

Black Lips

The second song is so good.. hahaha

Sunday

I spent the majority of the day dreaming about skateboarding and what types of things look good photographically. I sorted through a bunch of old shit at my parents house in search of old mini dv tapes that I have. I found like a hundred of them and began to catalogue them. I hung out at the skate park for a while, kickin' rocks around with old time buddy Mike Schmidt. Long story short Mike is down to film a part for the up coming video project. He invited me over for a beer and I told him that I'm not into that right now. He thought that was good that I was playing it cool. Fifteen minutes later he say's: "Hammy, come over and have a fuckin' beer!" So I gave in. I spent an hour or so hanging out with him and Shasta talking about old music and indulging ice cold Busch beer. Mike is fucking hilarious! He is so stoked to be a dad, it's awesome. Their daughter Gretta, was in the mix but she was a little too grumpy to be fraternizing with a ginger like me. He played me a bunch of old Kenny Rogers, and Kris Kristofferson songs and we sat in the yard. In the back he's got a pair of motorcycles and a bunch of little girly stuff that belongs to Gretta. Between the hogs is this little like launch ramp that Gretta plays on, he explained. Apparently she can't drop in yet but she still hits it. I noticed a rather large psychedelic skull drawn on it with sidewalk chalk and I made a joke that she drew it. To which Mike said: "Fuck no! I drew that!"

This Is What It's Like...

Inside my brain...

"Is That High Def?"

Dreams?

Back In The Bigs

Fishing with the Slovak..