Friday, April 29, 2005


This is one of the craziest things I've ever seen:

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Here’s a link to a thread I started on Fazed (MORE PICS).

Here’s the link to the Video.

Pretty crazy, heh?

What do you think– who wants to come over?!?!?


Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Willie and I saw this in Arizona... My birthday WAS April 11th. And I'm glad they decided to through a fair on my behalf!

the Indians also told us that UT sucks, it was amazing how much they hated those longhorns, and they appreciated our ties to the Oklahoma Sooners, and wished us the best of luck in kicking their ass for the 7th year in a row!

Willy and I thought that this sign that smoky was holding will be great for our new company called, Pictures with Strangers...

The winds od New Mexico were really blowing strong this midafternoon day, plus we were trying to avoid the bullets from agent Smith

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Goodbye America... I'll be back...

I wrote this for my party leaving Colorado...

Afghanistan Afghan Stand; or the selfish poem

I told everybody that I was going to Houston to try to get a job in Iraq.
The most common response I received was “You must be smoking crack!”

My friends all warned me “when in Iraq, You better hang on to your head”
Turns out I am going someplace much less dangerous, Afghanistan instead.

I am going to Afghanistan to help feed the troops sent by the conservative right.
I feel a little guilty making more than twice as much as those who have to fight.

I am signing a one year contract, I will be back before you notice I’ve gone.
If I’m not here within a year, wish me luck getting my dog back from Dawn.

I can expect to find sand, dust, rats, cobras, scorpions, camel spiders, and 150 deg in the shade.
I am also excited about sand storms, no showers, random gun fire, land mines, and rocket propelled grenade.

Some people say I must have a death wish to purposely go live in the Afghan nation.
Those who know I live with Dawn Martin realize I am improving my living situation.

For all the single ladies out there, I offer you one last night of loving bliss.
I’ll do my best but truth be told, I’m far too drunk to stand up strait and piss.

For those who couldn’t make it; on this my special day.
Go to hell, fuck off, who needs you, I never liked you assholes anyway.

I should stop rambling on and on, I promised not to pretend to cry.
There are so many people I wanted to thank, now I’m too drunk to even try.

I must say that leaving Colorado will surely make me sad,
These last few years spent here with you guys are the best I’ve ever had.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

No! all those drinks weren't for me... Just one of them, which was probably one to many, i think i got sick twice this night... Puck and rally baby... This pick was at the Dubliner in lower Greenville...

Me, with the ladies and you can actually see my kilt get-up... Pretty gay huh? But the ladies loved it!

So this is how I've been makeing money lately... Acting like an Irishman, with my cute ladies on my arms... And I got hammered too!!!!

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Another Saturday Night...

Sparrow felt left out of the fun...

JMZ... this is for you. Be safe. We miss you.


Sunday, February 20, 2005

RIP: Hunter S Thompson

One of my great heros has taken his own life. Farewell to the good Doctor. - I cannot think of anyone's death in recent memory that has struck me such. :\ - RIP - HST

"So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself. Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed securely on the shore and merely existed?"-Hunter S. Thompson, age 17

One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

It is from the bystanders that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death ...These are the menwho dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now- familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

The decision to flee came suddenly. Or maybe not. Maybe I had planned it all along, subconsciously waiting for the right moment.

I am going to miss that true grit. Hunter was a guide. A true warrior equipped with the skills of understanding that would have killed a normal man much faster. He has taught me about truth, justice, corruption, depravity, loneliness, love, and shiat the list could go on forever.. Above all he taught me Freedom. The perfect example of unbridled freedom. A man who never stopped TRULY living life for one moment, constantly expanding (more like utterly annihilating) the boundaries of thought and literature. Hunter will be missed. His guidance will have to come elsewhere, from the spirit he has instilled in all of those who have ever read and appreciated his work. His character seems so clear in my mind, I can almost see how he'd react to this news had he read it himself, though I'll hardly get into that here. His life exists for all of us to view and appreciate. He is immortal. Appropriately, this may have been his final spoof to us all. He'll never die, and we're damn fools who deserve to be publically humiliated for thinking such ridiculous things.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Moab Baby

I just got back from Moab, and boy are my legs tired. I hiked the famous slickrock bike trail, then did Klondike bluffs the next day. I hiked 30 miles in two days, averaging just under 4 mph. I couldn't find a picture that accurately captured the beauty of the area; it is just too damn panoramic. anyway, here is one of the best shots.

If i have a chance, i plan on going climbing there this spring.