KILLS

deep sea fishing

boston

ol' rocco

last night after our interview, we achieved a state of being moderately drunk, and decided it was a good idea to have a couple more. we went in search of alcohol and soul music and to jordan's(see above), "secret soul party". You could hear the music from a couple blocks away. got our groove on. I made damian park really far away for some reason. some lady came in and took the needle of one of the records yelled at us and then made fun of phil. went home, fell asleep, here i am.

the fresh motel ain't lookin' so fresh!

yeaaaahhhh and zzzzzz

it's a lazy grey day. i'm here listening to "here" by pavement

there's change in my pocket and my jeans smell stale

numbers

There's something so fascinating about crowds. Even scarier is crowd violence. it's not often you are surrounded by the feeling that at some near moment, the crowd will erupt and as it is often said "go off". I've always been fascinated with the feeling of nervousness the minute a fight breaks out. The rise of tension, the trembling of my hands, the feeling in my chest, but the minute the first punch is thrown all fear disappears and you act on a sort of basic human instinct. It's an indescribable feeling.

by Stanley Forman at a riot in downtown Boston.