the lost weekend

every year has a lost weekend. it comes in like a rush of adrenaline and leaves you in a daze when it's gone. gone until the next time. last year it was the trip from new york to boston to cape cod. 3 days with 4 hours sleep, drunk driving, a trip to the hospital, large ammounts of opiate drugs, a night of puking, and the worst bus ride of my life back to NY with a dislocated shoulder. the year before it was the world cup weekend where we carefully dismantled everything that held us together as people. we ended up on a beach with 5 thousand people, 20 foot bonfires, sandy sheets, laundry basket full of alcohol, and the best friends anyone could ask for. it's friday morning in new york. it's raining outside and the past two weeks have been a blur, countless birthday's, parties, and friends in from out of town. I don't know what to do with myself and i'm not really ready to figure out everything that happened. i was sitting on a rooftop in brooklyn last night overlooking manhattan thinking to myself "what the fuck"

double helix

it was sunday night again. the gang's all here. the music is right. the candles are lit. the drinks go down down down.
pick up a punk rock jam out across the street. the girls are upstairs doing god knows what. the boys sweat downtown funk.
in the stairwell the light is blue blue darling. i see your face up at the stop of the stairs with a vagabond smirk.
it's another round for the gang because sunrise is far enough away.

it was laurens birthday saturday night.
i have tons of new pictures to post.
here's one....

play like a champion today

or don't...

it's gonna be in the 70's
here's a list of my ideal songs for the weather....


"story of the hurricane" by bob dylan
"coney island baby" by lou reed
"bad kids' by black lips
"reelin' in the years" by steely dan
"luck of lucien" by a tribe called quest
"benny and the jets" by elton john
"sugar magnolia" by the grateful dead
"rebel with a cause" by the wipers
"99 problems" by jay z

and of course
STREET HASSLE


FUCKING SUMMER JAMZ
i could go on and on

i remember this time from last summer that was great. it was a saturday afternoon and marcus and i had just eaten breakfast and were riding our bikes through the east village. we decided to go sit in his backyard in greenwich village when he was living on macdougal street. to get to his patio you had to climb out his living room window. we bought a couple of bud tall boys at the corner store climbed through the window and sat there listening to street hassle as loud as we could. he had a huge bag of peanuts and we were eating peanuts and tossing the shells. i've never eaten so many peanuts in my life. i could just feel that heatwave take over and i started to feel that good beer buzz taking over while the sun was getting lower in the sky. felt frozen in my chair. why would i want to move?

rolling thunder review

i woke up yesterday and expected to go to have something to do, but i didn't. i went to four bike shops in brooklyn but no one could fix my bike. because it's so old, no one seemed to know how to do it. so i just kept walking and walking around with it from one bike shop to another. ate lunch at bonita. got tacos and a limeade.walked over the williamsburg bridge hoping that imi at my bike shop in the east village. he put on a new wheel. cost me 50 bucks and took 20 minutes. picked up this great afro jazz record by solomon ilori at turntable lab. rode back to williamsburg and met becka at teddy's. the bartender janelle was wasted when we got there. our bill was $2. she kept refilling our beers and pouring whiskeys even after i had told her to stop. afterwards we went to this abandoned space and took some photos and rode around inside. the weather was so nice. it was pretty much the perfect day

stuck in my shadow

took this shot of becka yesterday in the late afternoon.