King Arthur's Court of Hipsters a la 2010.*

my man says about his friends, "i'm like the king, and they are my knights." sure, baby. i like that you and your knights like to do such brave and noble things as shave in the backyard, wear heart-shaped sunglasses at strip clubs, and create best-selling rap albums on the side of the house.*

Art, Crack Rocks, and Dead Turkeys.*

i need to develop my film this week of our great adventure on the res, but until then, we shall use ian and kali's. the adventure began with a dead turkey and some timothy leary-inspired paper. the next day: burned out, no sleep, but so worth it. sitting on the stairs of the crackspot in downtown san diego. its residents were surprisingly cordial. then, me at the recent kelsey brookes, kime buzzeli, and albery reyes show at new image art gallery. good stuff. for more, check out
new image art.*

San Diego Flashbacks.*

i also came across this picture that i took while ago in san diego for the last 4th of july extravaganza. this was 3 years ago, and now we are definitely dedicating every 4th to the res and its magic. while being driven by a drunken rudy through san diego, we came across a bum who decided it would be a lovely idea to flash us his scabies-ridden ass and ballsack. we ended up giving him a tecate in exchange for his sign, and then trying the sign out ourselves. san diego never disappoints.*

4th of July Anarchy.*

i want to move to the indian reservation. no laws, fireworks, beautiful land, had my first ever freshly killed turkey meat, pools and jacuzzis that change colors like rainbows, shooting ak47s and tech 9s, baby animals running everywhere, and lots and lots of organic substances flowing through our minds. laughing for 10 hours straight until my face hurts, and making laugh soup.*