Where Moore meets Gaines

This is the Corner of my Street on any given night. I live at the corner of Moore and Gaines in San Diego. I'm not really saposed to be living there so don't tell your sister. The morning after I took this picture there was an Astin Martin Vanquish parked right there. And this pumpkin turned into a horse carage. I didn't get that picture so we'll say it never happened. San Diego...Blankets Optional. 

A while Back at Work

I'm in love.

I swear i'll post something more up to date soon.

Sacramento's own Trash Talk at the Casbah. Way back when The Bronx played. I took lots of photos of the bronx. But it's fairly difficult to focus and keep a death grip on the camera in the middle of a riot. Plus I got let out the super secret side door durring the last song. 

Detroit Cobras

The Detroit Cobras at the Casbah May 24th, 2009.

I believe this gentleman's name was Dex Romwerger or somthing close. His face was stuck in this position. He seemed satisfied with himself...and I enjoy using the word gentleman.
Cobra comander


How I look during a good pee.
Twas a early show, everyone seemed a bit sleepy. Still rocked it. Go take a bath.

Adventura

Coastie? 
Mike's bike.
My old house, is a classy little joint. Lots of memories.




Enjoyed many a beer here.
Bums, always stop by to bum a smoke and have a heart to heart. Touching.
Some photo's I took while hanging out in Ventura for the weekend. Twas good times. Should of road bikes more though.

Had some pictures up in the storefront of a friend's store in San Diego for a few days. Frames are expensive. Wood, S rings, and a shower rod are not. 

Tea in the Morning, and Whisky at Night, is a Hard Cycle to Break

William Elliot Whitmore. The Casbah. San Diego, Calif. Sunday May 3rd, 2009.

Whiskey Gargling Voice. Check him out.

Breaker Breaker.

Got a new bike on the cheap. Checked a few things, decided to give it a tester run up to North Hollywood. It rained a bit. I broke down. I was saved. I was hungover. It was a blast. Friend told me the more you break down, the more you realize the less you need. I don't know this bike yet. I brought alot. 
Battery was slowly dying. Fouled plugs. South Los Angles. 
I need knew alt shoes, and possibly a volt regulator. No headlight from hwy5/101 north split to alverado. Spitin and sputtering, splitin lanes and backfiring right next to car windows. Trying to hold the laughter in and push it the last ten miles. No go. Party's on ice. Thanks for the lift Jeff. 
Good friend's give you a cold beer to take with you to their shower. Thanks Danny "Limetime" Mcginnis.

New Van Era's

If I ever had a chance to design my own shoe, they would be the original Vans, but they would look like my foot. Flesh colored, long toes, and bruises all over. Rolling your ankle skating crap lying around the shop is thrilling. Does this mean I'm getting old? If it's iced with pizza rolls and beers perhapse...

My Brain's a Gun Without Bullets

Coca Roaches love San Diego. Living in a shop means two things. Playing The Bronx loud anytime of day. And death at ten paces. The Bronx have a shirt that looks a bit like this.

LSDon't Go to San Jose

Vadim rides the tiger...s.

Trying to think of a title.

Shot the dabbers again. With Wild Weekend. More of the same. Bad photos made ok with digital gimmics. I'm getting frustrated with myself as of late. Magazine, or book, or postcard series comming soon. Break even,  break even, break even, and eat.