Your friendly yokel gas store.
Actually, none are very friendly at 4 in the morning.
Way down upon the Suwannee River
that's where the old folks dropped their acid.
A picture proving why cameras & drugs don't mix
Camp Yar, where the men cook the breakfast & the women eat it.
Cookin' up a batch of shut the hell up.
Stilt man!
Mr. X taking his vapours.
Look! It's N1kk1 & Par1s!
& finally, the elusive & nocturnal dormicancer stenocidae or "Sleeping Crab", on a rare couch hunt. Note copy of Martin Amis novel nearby.
Viva la weekend people. Viva la week de end.
New digs - 2004-05-25
Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10
Grumble - 2004-05-07
Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05
Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05
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