When I was 5 years old I started writing and making art as a way to survive in my home. My home, incidentally LOOKED great. No one had ANY fucking idea what was ACTUALLY happening. Some people still don't, even those who lived there. We would have made a great episode of CSI, including the murder across the street that was never solved.

I'm in Monterey at a Motel 6.
My dog is watching cartoons.
That is all I have to say.

It's been a WHILE. I may do this shit again, have to think about it. I think I PAY for it, so I probably SHOULD.

Right now I need to pee, though. More later.

Stevie without a coat.

My friend, Jeannette is awesome. Go to the link and read.

one of my favorite flickr contacts and one of my favorite photos by him.

I am really enjoying having my house all to myself. Maybe I should not get a roommate after all.

this is just ridiculous, let's face it.

he's on my mind again. poor thing. me or him? good question.

damn.