i wish god were alive to see this

This Suit Fits Me Much Too Tight, Still I'll Wear It On My Wedding Night.

Anton and Apple went and got married this weekend.

You've come a long way baby.

My Brother wore jeans. He insisted.

Bunko.

Everyone haw hawed for awhile and made our way down to the wedding zone. I get so nervous at weddings, I imagine that when my own big day comes I will be a wreck. I think it's a very real possibility that a heart attack will take me down before it even begins.

They did it! Success!

Father of the Bride. JD. He lives in Panama. He RULES Panama.

At a good wedding everyone looks 17 and dances. Everyone danced, and everyone looked 17.

Trumpets Blaring, Birds Singing.

Not For All The Pear Brandy In The World, Would I Go With You Now.

Yes. Triumph Of Lethargy Skinned Alive To Death succeeded in their quest to make 'the lonliest songs of all time'.

I Am Twelve Thousand , One Hundred And Seventy Eight Days Old Today.

Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive To Death are playing tonight @ the 3 Clubs on Vine. It's free.

Cherish The Apple Tree Of The Mind.

It's official. No Age are the best new band in Los Angeles. It was truly magic time.

"Free Will"

It was the beautiful ending I was hoping for to my weekend.

Afterwards Betsy and I went ice cream and donut shopping. What's better than donut shopping?

I've Been Waiting. Anticipating.

Speaking of the most baller shit ever, have you seen Brother Reade lately?

That's a FAN in Jael's hand.

Ronnie James Dios.

Speaking of San Pedro..Good to see the Blackouts and BR settled thier beef.

Betsy says goodbye to Jimmy. He walked offstage and went straight to the airport to go open up for the Wu Tang Clan in South Carolina. Whoa!

Love's young bananas.

Earlier in the night Kyle had been burned in a weed deal. The guy handed Kyle a bag of speed and told him it was "South American white hash"!

There is no such thing as 'white hash' kids.

"Oh lord please feed me!"

And I did.

On the way home we stopped to pay our respects to the mighty and awesome Ingrid Allen on her 31st birthday. Do you know where we would be without Ingrid? We would be homeless, or in jail, or worse. She saves my life, Betsy's life, and the live's of countless others on a daily basis. Happy birthday Ingo!

"I'm, Like, Totally Situationist, Dude."

Fuck Yeah Fest day one. The feeling was a little lackluster.

Jimmy Joliff in his neopolitan blouse.

Issei Sagawa with Luis Farfan on drums!

Four songs.

Seven minutes.

And that was that. Short and sweet. I wish all bands would play for under ten minutes. Iy was good to see Anthony and to meet his girlfriend whom I had heard so much about. I hadn't seen Luis play drums since The Fuse broke up, since he's become the high paid exec in charge of everything over at Paul Smith. He is as I remember him. Like a racehorse. Like a pro ball player.

Elijah Forrest, the worlds oldest living teen. He's 19! Oh, whiskey!

There were some old friends, but the energy level was low. It was more like the 'I Guess So Fest'.

Mike Moran and Kyle Guttierez. There were ex Mean Reds everywhere.

Future Pigeon. Out of place, as usual.

And galactic, as usual.

Tonight I will be back. Brother Reade plays at 7:30, and that's reason enough.

Kick In The Eye.

Muscle Beach. USA.

Avi was scoping for babes, flexing.

Travis Graves met us down on the beach.

He had been up for three days on shrooms. He had the vibe of some kind of super hero.

This is what New Jersey looks like in Southern California.

Sand in the face!

Tonight in Echo Park is day one of the Fuck Yeah Fest..

The Most Baller Shit Ever.

In the span of two months Betsy and I have both won the burrito. Bow Down.

There Is A Light That Never Comes On.

The Palestine / Lebanon anti Israel march downtown was hectic.

So I am walking along, ahead of the pack, and up a couple blocks I see a Jewish family of five holding up the flag of Israel. There is no less than one thousand haters walking towards them.

They seemed really brave to me.

This lady was screaming "I hope your babies die in this war!".

The only one there who seemed to be preaching peace was a bum in a flag cape.

And this lady, she was freaking me out. She told me that if I found her later she would "get me into some concerts".

Heating up again.

Everyone kept wishing death on each others babies. I think they should leave the babies out of this.

The Fools. They Locked Up The Wrong Man.

Last night I dreamt I was standing at the edge of the Pacific Ocean, watching the sunset with hundreds of dolphins.They kept turning and looking at me, and they knew I was with them. At 8am I woke up because there was a squirrel at my window yelling and screaming and making a racket. Is this some kind of omen?

Friendship Update.

Betsy proudly shows off her radical and awesome portrait of Peabody Bunny done by the awesome and radical Adele Mildred.

The Naked Civil Servant.

Last night Anthony had an argument with his Dad and almost got kicked out of his house.His Dad says that AIDS happens when two gay men have sex. It just appears! Boom! Two young men are under the pier, kissing and hugging, things escalate further and suddenly..AIDS!

Help Anthony win this argument. What would you say?

No More Neo New Wave.

Aviram.

Peter.

and Matthew. I was a little unprepared for the radical reality of Soiled Mattress and the Springs. We all were.

Hunter and my Skull Buddy, James Ross. Hunter is grounded for general tomfoolery but Bets and I picked him up anyway. His behavior was excellent.

Mother and child.

Avi was more pumped than i've ever seen him.

And Anton wore his Gucci loafers.

Bobby Bruno is on some kind of Destiny's Child / bunny rabbit trip.

Soiled Mattress took the stage and the whole room fell in love.

"Thank you ladies and germs!" Seriously, smooth jazz hit the Smell last night and hit it hard.

Wendy brought some video of Dr. Bonkers last night. He is growing up to be a beautiful and curious cat, and Wendy said , "You were right Betsy. He is perfect. The perfect kitty.".

Besides being an excellent saxaphonist and the wildest dancer , Matthew Thurber makes comic books. Google it!

'Fusion'

Jamal.

Oh, and you better get your bandana, cuz the bandana train is pulling out of the station like, yesterday.

Soiled Mattress and the Springs.

Betsy and I stamped the tour edition CDs for Soiled Mattress last night. If a miracle occurs we will also have the vinyl in our hands by tonight.

They are playing at the Smell tonight with the almighty No Age. It could be your only chance to buy the special, homemade with love, advanced edition of Teardrops #2..Don't blow it!

As The World Disintigrates.

We went to Mexico for Anton's bachelor party. Just south of Rosarito. We rented a mini van and until we got there I was pumped for an easy weekend of surfing and tacos.

We had a private little cove that came with the condo.

What I didn't realize until we crossed the border is that this part of Mexico really is a giant garbage can with dead dogs rotting all over the highway.

My only option was to hide in the cove and swim for seven hours a day.

On the first night we had to drive back to Tijuana to pick up Andrew who was walking across the border. I took one bite of chicken while waiting for him and almost puked. I am pretty sure it was actually dog fajita that I was served. I suppose I could have gone to 'Papa's and Beer' or some other frat tourist place, but that probably would have been even more depressing.

Andrew showed up and we walked around and went to a casino. I bought an awesome little switchblade. There really wasn't much for us there, and I was eager to get back to the condo and do some early am ocean action. We loaded the mini van and drove about 2 blocks before being pulled over by the dreaded Federales.

I was the driver and I had the swithblade. I got to sit in the back of the cop car for a good long while next to a cuffed up black metal junkie. To demonstrate that my knife was indeed sharp, the cop cut my fancy Goyard wallet. He told me that I couldn't have bought such an illegal and dangerous thing here in Tijuana. Meanwhile every store within spitting distance sold them openly. He explained it is a felony to have such a weapon, and that he would be impounding our van and taking me to jail. It seemed the right time to offer a bribe. I started at 40 bucks, and we drove away free once we all agreed that 300 bucks would 'pay the ticket'. My advice to you, unless you are there to buy narcotics, is don't ever go to TJ. It sucks.

The next day it was all about the ocean, and it was good enough that the last night was a funny joke. We also found an espresso and cookie spot, the Cha Cha, that was worthy of many return trips.

How does almost every beach have so much trash on it? Someone down there should try to turn dead dogs into a usable fuel for cars. They are plentiful and would help get rid of the rotting corpse smell.

Down the road we rented ATVs. Riding around with all the river rats and watching them crash, it was pretty amazing.

Anton derbs around the burnt out explorer.

Up the road we pulled over to check out this house.

The naked lady house!

Naked lady house was good, but I was more into 60 ft. Jesus.

Would it be comforting or terrifying to have a view of 60 ft. Jesus from your bed? Probably both.

This is our cove. After a couple of days we named it 'Ring Snatchers'. It stole Rene's ring that he's been wearing for 5 years. It stole Grady's wedding ring. It also tore the crotch completely out of Anton's shorts, but 'Ring Snatchers' sounds better than 'Crotch Rippers'.

This is Cha Cha. She owns Cha Cha's. She is from Boston. She came here 40 years ago and got drunk for 20 years. Now she has spent the last 20 making awesome cakes and visiting with various Shamen and Gurus. She took care of Babe Ruth on his death bed and now has his baseball bat. She is currently taking care of the Lone Ranger on HIS death bed. I talked to her everyday. She was my hero for the weekend.

I bought some little statues in this place.

When I was paying the lady offered to throw in this little human for only one dollar. It was Sunday morning and time to head home.

With the requisite wrestling mask stop, of course.

It should have taken us about 4 hours to get home. It took 9.

And this is what it looked like when we finally got there.