Wasted Days

sustenance/Brian and Mike's opening/skate day (with no skate shots)/inked again/urban exploration (goth day)

always out and about

musta been nice

if you need me i'll be antiquing

we'd find all kinds of good stuff when we walked the tracks behind our house. spikes, deer skulls, old insulators and on a good day, the occasional porn mag

drink to the future, drink up to the past. excuse our manners ma'am but we're the kings of trash

my brother and Mike Miller had an opening at Katie Mac in West Chester. I stupidly forgot my "real" camera so excuse this shoddy documentation of some amazing pieces.

Brian never ceases to amaze me with his wood working skills. He's come a long way from lip trick ramps on the back patio

Mike had some of his illustrations up. check him out. his work has adorned our bathroom in Manayunk.

Brian's preferred medium is found wood. If you're looking for him at 5am on a Saturday, he's probably headfirst in a dumpster or tromping through a field to get to a dilapidated barn built in the 1800's.

"This piece speaks to me." "Chiaroscuro dude, ever hear of it?"

Adi and Griff were there

Jorts. Tif knows what's up.

the after party was in the backyard

the real action was in the garage

vandals in training

Banksy Shmanksy

Lucy says, "I usually work with a fatter cap but sometimes you just gotta get up."

had a killer day on the streets with Dave. hadn't pushed around the city in a long time. mid 90's spots were on the hit list.

in a dirty alley off Chestnut St., i misaligned my back foot, slipped off my grind and found my body sprawled out, laying half up on the curb and half in the gutter. as the pain in my left wrist (which took the brunt of the fall) grew, i opened my eyes and stared at the sky between the buildings.

it was one of life's perfect moments. i paused to assess my existence. i thought of past accomplishments and triumphs as well as failures and painful lessons learned. defining moments that made me who i am today. colors were vivid while voices were garbled. i thought to myself, this is a moment worth remembering. as i lay there, legs on the sidewalk, head in the gutter, i felt like someone good. then an advancing taxi's horn signaled that it was about to run over my face so i opted to get up and live on. fuck it, once more unto the breach. haven't dusted off or changed my pants since.

happy mom's day

Vivre sa vie seemed fitting

shaving for battle

funny thing is, i still look away when the doctor gives me a shot

I'm writing a screenplay about this

then I found Hope

breathe in

breathe out

had to see the inside right?

yikes

when the wind shifted the tarp would blow in and get plastered to my face. i kept laughing to myself

i kept being a pussy about walking farther inside so i went across the street to the other building which didn't seem as ominous

would love to know how the car got in there

manned up and decided i wanted to explore the other building some more. this is what it looked like when you just walked back.

this is how i walked back there. no joke.

this is with the flash

of course when i was in the very back i heard noises that sounded like footsteps and it was at this point i'm pretty sure i experienced my first cardiac arrest. went to a corner and held my breath. turned out it was just tarp hitting the wall. phew, where's my extra FTL's when i need 'em?

wonder how long these raisins had been there

sunday was my self proclaimed Goth Day. I was off to find an old, overgrown graveyard that i had heard about years ago and always wanted to check out. here's the intersection of Oregon and Passyunk

this bridge is my gateway to west philly (via 2 wheels)

oldsmo go

found it. where's the corpse paint? my Goth Day had officially begun

ummmm

the place is seriously huge. like over 300 acres. i guess at some point there was rhyme and reason to the layout it's so overgrown that it's hard to distinguish the rows of graves