Monday, August 30, 2010

disposable dreams #14

Welcome back to WA part 1. I went back to Washington for a week about a month ago. These photos are mostly all from WA but theres a few from SF. Once again my drunken finger lurked its way into some good shots. God damn it.. My little bro, killin' it as usual.

So bummed I fucked this one up. The beauty still shines through.

Sisterly love.

T-Bob, "The Dude", and their rides at P-town park.

Devin had a bucket of chalk for some reason, so I threw this down in the parking lot real quick.

My dog Ceaser, look at that stud.

Jah mon! Gairy showing his true colors.

The night I got back from WA, Zack and Jewell were at my house. Pleasant surprise.

Chris looking cool as always.

Real cowboys sleep where they fall. Even if its shirtless on the hardwood floor. "The Dude" abides. Dont worry, I threw a blanket over his sorry ass.

Sean inspects "The Dude."

A nice coldy the morning after.

Of course it rained for the first time all summer when I was back. But that didnt stop us from skating. So we headed to trusty court C where many games of skate went down and some feelings got hurt..


This was a nice sight.

Another familiar place. Not sure if thats a good or bad thing.

More lovely ladies.

Vince took me on a ride to Green Lake skatepark on his new bike. It was fun but a little sketchy sitting on the back.

America! Damn Yeaaah!

Hey buds.

Ken's boot.

Ken's masterpiece.



Kenny G about to renegade.

Gairy loungin.

disposable dreams #13



Cab ride

One of those nights..

gettin it going.

no idea..

Haight nap.

Windy day, someones not too hyped. BMW down.

Drunk political talk, great idea.

Ryan stays out of it.

Going to see Inception. Stopped at Walgreens to stalk up on candy. Chris' failed attempt at sneaking in the goods.

Classic Ruben

Another Chris

Cardboard slumbers.

If there were captions for these two blonde girls I think it'd go something like this. "Who the fuck is this guy?" "I don't know, I hope he leaves us alone soon though.." The dudes probably thinking, "I knew this outfit would pull em' in!"

Chris cruisin lower Haight.

Some marathon I skated through on my way to work. Those things never look fun.

BBQin' at the library.

Our drunk neighbor from upstairs passed out on the couch. He went to the bathroom with the lights off and pissed everywhere. Kinda ironic considering he'd been preaching words of drunken wisdom the whole night.

He was just the dude on the couch that night. Couldn't be moved.

Shrader house hallway, RIP. I miss you already.

BBQ at the flat spots.

Some how we ended up in a circle watching the dogs fight each other. Good thing PETA people weren't around.

Chris and Garrett in front of our Shrader house. RIP. Miss ya buds.

Chris tuckerd' out.

This guy drove us home.