The Walking Wounded.

Something not about my batshit life and crazy adventures.

I think I need to get this out.

Its weird, sometimes, I don't know what to think. I'm never happy anymore. More and more recently, I have begun to notice that all the shit that I do is for the thrill of the moment because I don't feel alive anymore. The excitement of life is wearing off, and I'm kind of just sinking into a day in, day out routine of doing the same shit. I go out of my way to do something different. ...

Let me start off by saying I knew today would be interesting when I fell asleep last night - rather, morning - at 6am, and woke up at around 9am today..

I spent most of my day making sure I had stuff ready for today and tomorrow. Batteries for camera? Check. Camera? Check. Lens? Check. Clothing? Check. Money?

... oh wait. Fuck. NOT CHECK.

I borrowed 60 bucks from my mom.

We all called, and made sure that we would meet at the space at around ...

that I've lost my fucking mind.




Goodbye sanity!

Last night there was a show in Brooklyn that Drain You was playing.. I was excited, because I love seeing them play, and 2009 had started off kinda shitty (read my last blog), so I hoped this would be a big up for me. Apparently not.



Right before we started driving to Brooklyn to set up Drain Yous set (4 cars, each filled with a shitload of equiptment) we get the news:

Our friend Conor McGee ODed on morphine that morning. Our friends found him in his ...

Its 2009! Hope everyone had a better night than I!


I started off the last day in 2008 pretty well. I got my Pentax K-1000 in the mail with 2 lenses. A 50mm, and a 80-200mm.



Yay! Its an old film camera, and completely manual. The only problem is that the light meter is busted, so I need to get that fixed.

So my friend Katrina (who ...