8th roll of film

hmmph

las vegas i'm pretty sure

the only thing i'm better at during the day is shooting pictures

las vegas motel on no sleep due to tea's dad's fuckery

hallway of place we slept for four hours since we drove 13 to get there
from northern california

tea makes me weak

i'd kill for this person

shitty iwrotehaikusaboutcannibalisminyouryearbook
stick n' poke i did on tea a while back

she let her hair go for a minute i enjoyed the way it looked

las vegas may as well have been static

anorexic lovers

we shared a room with tea's 14 year old brother

tea's cousin from thailand, who loved to spoil us 

analog meme

ruin

dumbest place on the planet

baum was very eager to take us to the sign

i wish i had captured the strippers taking promotional pictures by the sign
someone was twirling a banner

probably more of vegas

at a rest stop on the way back home to ukiah

reminds me of the stratosphere cover by duster

i wish i were young again

a girl and her pup

shelter

this couple asked us where the trail was
we had no clue

pretty sure that was someone sitting on a log 

hmph

in the summer of 2016 tea and i took a trip to california, part of that trip was to get tea's

cousin, baum, divorced, so we drove 13 hours to las vegas in a tiny car

i hate tea's brother, he's inconsiderate of other people, if he had to piss we all got out, if he was hungry we all got out, can't fucking stand people like that

dude doesn't understand how to not breathe loudly through his mouth and hold back phlegm at an incredible volume

i fucking hate that kid and can't wait to never see him again

when we got to las vegas it was probably four in the morning

tea's dad who lived in san diego at the time fucked up a hotel reservation so we got a motel 

i watched everyone sleep so we could get settled as soon as possible

i needed a shower, i'm pretty sure tea was conceived in las vegas

she's an accident child and her mom's a moron for keeping her when she's too selfish to

support her two children, fuck niko though he deserves nothing

driving through the desert late at night listening to duster was something else though

i stole a headphone splitter so tea and i could drown out her brothers dumb ass

we stole so much trail mix along the way

the redwoods were stunning, we got hopelessly lost and decided to retrace our steps before it got dark

i miss ukiah dearly

tea took a beautiful picture of children playing on a dock

she had it pinned to a corkscrew board in her room

we tripped acid and i wanted to kill myself as i usually do when i'm that fucked up

i told her we should drive to that dock and blow each others brains out that instant

we're still alive

i think we'll make it there one day, one last hoorah before our worlds end

shit just has a way of happening though, i think that's why everyone hasn't hung themselves from

a tree

i'm afraid i'm going to come home to my dead lover one day

that fear is worse than how my own death seems

so i figure we'll do it ourselves

diy and die i guess

my band playing in asheville (not my pictures)

normally, i wouldn't post someone else's photography of me on here, unless perhaps it was taken on my own camera

however, this is for me and the nostalgia i feel when scrolling late at night through moments 

i wish i could still be alive in

these are from asheville, north carolina, we played at a house we only knew was the right house because daniel (owner of said house) tied a box of la croix to a tree outside

it was a running joke on tour how fucking nasty la croix is

we were fed really good tempeh and listened to that first mcr record before heading down to the basement to watch everyone who'd play before us, it was a good time

we drove there from savannah georgia, where i had showered for the first time in many days

this was the last show of tour before heading home

after the show we drove to a lake where we screamed out into the night, it was lame, cathartic though

we slept at daniel's place that night, first bed i had slept in since leaving for tour

we got chased by bees while packing our shit the next morning, which was amusing since orchid and jeromes dream went on their "chased by bees" tour 15 years prior to this tour

i am constantly reminded of moments i was happier in

here

5th

outside tea's old place, i ruin every damn thing

the bus i took home so often, #1 north and south bound

tea and i went to this chinese place by my dads apartment a lot
i got hired there but never went cause i had moved away to college
by the time they had called me

coltrane mackendrick is a blues god

coltrane played guitar on one fei lung demo

you're too young to be smoking so much

they looked like caged animals playing in there

i owe the best and worst times of my life to Lake Worth, Florida

Palm Beach County is pretty devoid of culture

i think we got nachos after my last court date

Docs in Delray Beach, FL

tea and i saw this cat on a walk towards the bus stop

she fell asleep on the train south

lost dog

a big development was being built by my dads apartment
we decided to play in the fountain

i think that's matt and tea in the fountain

matt and tristan also smoke too much

tristan, keeper of the flame

there was a pizza place that had a strawberry field and a petting zoo
in the back

i think this was a sign, i don't remember what it said

further proof of my blight

ancient creature caught on film

I think this was the middle of my last semester in high school

i hadn't mentioned on here that i had about 5 court dates in between october of 2015 to i think April of 2016.

I'm not a bad person, just a stupid kid who ran away from home in the middle of the night to get drunk at the college football stadium behind my house, They would leave out a lot of beer after games and i would pillage the place. I took a lot of people to that stadium who aren't in my life anymore. Weird reflecting on those times. I wasn't all innocent however, I stole a lot of shit from that college. Nothing major though.

I'd sneak in to record Omnia Mea songs in their theater because they had a piano in a rehearsal room.

My late junior year in high school to my early senior year was filled with late night fuckery on that campus. 

Anyway, Coltrane's band was called epicurean pleasure

that's who we saw at the PBC Culture whatever in Lake Worth. 

Eventually I would record my band with him, and he'd play on one demo that's arguably my favorite song we did.

Matt doesn't know what he's doing with his life and Tristan is going to school for theater in north carolina, or tallahasee, he doesn't know yet, I'm a year or two older than both of them.

Things change