I woke up at 5 in the morning for a mission over to JFK. I
know Mike Vallely is later'd and
everything, but I was fanning out on his spot at JFK. That's from
Rubbish Heap, prelater'd era.
I got in this really big plane and flew to San Jose...
and got to Jerry's house
uhh, it's March
Jerry's cat, Mr. Cool
Now it's time for Jerry Hsu 'cribs'
He's got a darkroom in one of the bathrooms
Inside the basement is what only can be described as a "kiddy
just kidding, but it's still kind of creepy
"this is where i'm having the well installed"
he has dead bodies buried here
then we drove to San Francisco, before we left Marc asked what the
temperature was there and as a
joke I said "It's snowing"
well we got there and it was!
It was snowing or hailing or some shit. This is San
We were sliding on the ice... we were going to try and
drive down Powell street or whatever
if we could die, but didn't get to it.
Then we went to an Art opening...
Somebody in this photo sucks at skating compared to the rest
here's Jai and Joe
Lindsey and dunno
the artist know as jason
Rob and Tim. Tim and I used to live together at Howard House and
have driven across the country
together. He's one of my top 10 skaters ever.
Pensyl was there! This was right after I saw Hensley and tried
not to fan out.
The Hightower van
Then we drove back to SJ, there's Matt!
and Whitney... I'd like to thank Matt, Jerry and Whitney for getting me
my plane ticket, thanks bros!
when this vision of death comes, she always leaves
and I bury my head in my billowy sleeves
to marvel at how I must face my own fate
or deny it, more likely, until it's too late