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Night Again

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Friends and leaving town

Off to the land of cheese he goes, good memories my friend.

Peaches 2

Once having submitted to laughter, it seems our subject matter can no longer restrain himself from mirthful outbreaks.

Hmmm, yes. Very interesting indeed.

Peaches

Never having been documented laughing, or even smiling for that matter, our expert photographers have tracked this solemn beast for 2+ years in quest of this very photo.

Drumming

Sunlight at sunset makes for fun drumming.

Somehow or another.

L.A. Rain

Rain in L.A. and more of the backyard.

thirst

So thirsty.

Monkey

The monkey can play guitar. He can play quite well. We just need to find a way to keep him out of the backseat after a night in the bars.

Dumb monkey.

Backyard

More backyard fun.

101

There is a story here.

Somewhere.

Dreams

Dreams of being alone while next to me breaths a beautiful woman. That my friends, is something.

After the storm

Underground, we wait where we cannot be discovered, where we can be allowed to grow without greedy hands picking our best fruits before they ripen.

Summer

Summertime is here, why are you inside?

Sunset Portrait #2306

Because she claims she does not photograph well.

Beach

Slugger drives the van and I drink the beer.
Dem be da rules.

Sunday

Beers and seafood and being to hungover to write anything interesting.

Or work has already sucked my creative will out of my body.

rolling...

"Dude, this is fucking Hollywood. I do not answer Unknown Calls."

"But Dude, your number is fucking blocked too man."

"Dude, this is fucking Hollywood. Of course I have my fucking number blocked."

Hollywood is anything but boring.

Pay Attention

Hanging out and drinking beers, someone pulls out a gun. Not in that way, but in a, "Get this fucking heavy thing out of my belt" way. Nice piece too I might add. All sorts of tales start to be spun at this visual cue, guns are quite the conversation piece. See that is what Europe does not understand, us Americans don't really like our guns, we like to talk.

Beer and talking and smoking. I pick up the gun to feel it's weight and balance. It's a good gun. He really does know his shit after all.

I place it back on the table only after I hold it in my shirt and wipe it clean of any finger prints.

He catches this and makes eye contact with me. He nods. He now knows that I know my shit as well.

And a Hollywood friendship is born.

Von's

There was another man, not this man, but another. But this man is the foil of the tale, I figured I should point this out in the case that you think my casting is fucked.

A super-christo, no drink or sex till 26 and moved to Hollywood type, if you know the type. A bottle of gin later he wants to try what is being tried.

Snorting Dilauded.

And there ends another Hollywood tale.

More

And for awhile it was cool.

But then he got all grab-assy and the Dude don't swing that way.

Friends as models

So I said, "Get the fuck up, I need a body in this shot asshole."

Night shoot

Cold and rainy.