petrol_bismol

Here's a couple pictures of Vegas my friend Al took.

http://santiagotheory.com/

For some reason they only show the back of my melon. I guess I turned around every time I saw his phone come out.

Back from Vegas and I feel like one of the "World Famous Fried Twinkies" that are peddled on Fremont St.


I didn't blow a bunch of money on gambling. I did blow a bunch of money on an upscale stripclub my friends took me to. What are you gonna do? You only turn 29 once.

Still looking for my next cover story for the Reader....
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Out to Vegas tomorrow morning. We've got everything except the blow.

Peace.

Here we go.

http://www.artoflegendindia.com/browse/PSAF/

http://www.artoflegendindia.com/browse/PSAE/1/

Sweet Jesus.

My uncle gus is sick. Don't know if he'll make it. He's had throat cancer for some time now, but went in to remission. My dad says his body is just shutting down.

Gus is a throwback. He has stories of shotgunning meth in a helicopter over Viet Nam. He's smoked and drank every day of his life since he was about 12 and it's...
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On the way to lunch

David: Look there's a statue of Christ.

Me: Was that Jesus?

David: Who else? It was a religious crafts store.

Me: Could've been Moses, or Abraham. Can't really tell, all the bearded men from the bible probably resemble each other. Especially since he looks European --not at all Middle-Eastern-- and he was wearing a Zebraskin robe.

David: I saw that....
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http://www.sdreader.com/published/current/remote.html

latest.

I met the adorable Bulletproof_Girl at her .. porno shop. Which acts, surprisinlgy, as a great conversation starter.

Well, that and I guess it's easy to get the "gettin' to know ya" BS out of the way when you've already seen nakey pictures of her.

Layout Editor at the Dallas Morning News has a little fun.

http://www.theagitator.com/archives/DMN04-26-05.jpg

This http://nypress.com/18/16/news&columns/taibbi.cfm is how you write criticism.

my roommates all went out of town this weekend. And, --like they
set off a bat-signal at the airport-- a bunch of our out-of-town
friends decided to come down. "Hey, since Kip and Renee are out of
town, we thought we'd crash in their room and walk down to the beach
and stuff." Super, I guess LA doesn't have beaches? Anyway, I ended up
with...
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So, all the roommates are out of town this weekend. Which means I have a gigantic apartment to myself.

I took a nap until about 8pm (riveting stuff, huh?) so now I'm wide-freakin'-awake, blasting Kasabian from my laptop and dancing around the front room.

I suppose I should write, instead of completely fucking this energy off.