
Austin thriftshop dead stock.

An ode to Boston Hardcore.

Aska and Camille getting gussied up over coffee.

A picture of my friend John Sharkey.

The next day, Camille missed her flight and rode home with the Moonrats to LA.

Bounces.

Show number eleven, at Mrs. Bea's.

Warm wind, sun setting.

Pretty perfect.

This is Gabe Holcombe from Kansas. We were previously only internet and mail friends but I now know his human form. He sends me awesome zines and cassettes in the mail. Hi Gabe!

One can Natural Light + one package Emergen-C =

Health food.

Mikey Bones.

Kicking a couple around.

Dinnertime. This is a picture I have of gluttony.

John Sharkey and his band Clockcleaner.

At the Load Records showcase.

At this point it is 2AM. Jenna and I are walking around with no place to call our own. All hotels are booked. Everyone else is out at shit like the Vice party. We walked along the freeway checking for vacancies at roadside motels. Nothing. I called every hotel on the downtown skyline and came up empty handed until..

This young man at the Marriot got us the room we so richly deserved.

Oh how nice!

This is a picture I have of gluttony.

Clam shaped wash cloths. The high life is real and it is deserved.
Posted by Cali at March 18, 2008 03:07 PM