Midnight Lover (Burning Man)
Me at Angela and Alden's
Well, I don't have too many skateboard photos but as far as music goes, I'm doing my best 'Elliot Kurt Frusciante ' impression here at the dope dealer's house. Just one of those things. It's called having a muse, and sometimes that muse will turn up in your life in the form of real person. You're muse will come to you in many forms, many times throughout your life for different things, and if your lucky, maybe you marry that person or have them as a best friend or sibling or something. For me at Angela's, she was one of my muses as well as the 'dope dealer'. I spent soooo many hours just hanging out at her pad down in the Sunset District doing speed and listening to music and doing astrology and going through all of her books and magazines on art and music. She and Alden had good taste, I would describe there style as mostly goth, but they understood and had an appreciation for all sorts of things such as Burning Man, and artist activists and the whole thing just seemed to pure and cool that I could never even imagine having a bad trip on amphetamines, I just learned how to be creative and finish my college papers on time, etc., get laid every now and then with incredible and sometimes useless 'tweek sex' with her house mate 'Rachel' ? Years later, I would have those bad trips when it was time for the methamphetamine roller coaster to end and I learned to drop the habit completely. Though I have been tempted. Before reality set it, man o' man, those were the days. On the drop of a dime, I'd get in the car and drive to San Francisco from either Belmont or Santa Cruz, and drive the 70 or 80 miles to Angela's at the slightest hint that there might be a bit of '24 hour revenge therapy' coming up.
Me at Angela and Alden's
Well, I don't have too many skateboard photos but as far as music goes, I'm doing my best 'Elliot Kurt Frusciante ' impression here at the dope dealer's house. Just one of those things. It's called having a muse, and sometimes that muse will turn up in your life in the form of real person. You're muse will come to you in many forms, many times throughout your life for different things, and if your lucky, maybe you marry that person or have them as a best friend or sibling or something. For me at Angela's, she was one of my muses as well as the 'dope dealer'. I spent soooo many hours just hanging out at her pad down in the Sunset District doing speed and listening to music and doing astrology and going through all of her books and magazines on art and music. She and Alden had good taste, I would describe there style as mostly goth, but they understood and had an appreciation for all sorts of things such as Burning Man, and artist activists and the whole thing just seemed to pure and cool that I could never even imagine having a bad trip on amphetamines, I just learned how to be creative and finish my college papers on time, etc., get laid every now and then with incredible and sometimes useless 'tweek sex' with her house mate 'Rachel' ? Years later, I would have those bad trips when it was time for the methamphetamine roller coaster to end and I learned to drop the habit completely. Though I have been tempted. Before reality set it, man o' man, those were the days. On the drop of a dime, I'd get in the car and drive to San Francisco from either Belmont or Santa Cruz, and drive the 70 or 80 miles to Angela's at the slightest hint that there might be a bit of '24 hour revenge therapy' coming up.