mexico

Mexico is a self loather's paradise. you can eat, drink, do drugs, fuck and anything else to destroy your body for dirt cheap. the best thing about it is that there is no such thing as men's fashion. no blazers, no denim, no pea coats, no nothing. just me, drunk on the beach.

Ricard psyched on junko

The absence of photos has to do with my switch to film photography and the lack of proper staffing in the film processing lab in right aid. mexico soon.

full metal jacket

since ive been building my music library back up ive been taking notice of the albums that get the most play. the choices could definatly have something to do with what winter does to people but who cares. you are what you eat. here they are. the top ten. i dont recommend them to you. however, i do recommend that you take a nap and dream about summer.

richards goes to mexico

1 pair shorts
1 "tank top"
2 white t-shirts
1 ipod
1 copy Mexico City Blues
1 snorkel
1 bottle of x****
1 pair sunglasses
1 disposable camera
1 dragon to chase

i guess i wasn't kidding when i said i was going to start writing again. the unfortunate thing is that now people expect things from me.

ALL ELECTRIC WIZARD ALL OF THE TIME