the dusty boy is creepin’ on you.
the dusty boys in “refinishing a bed room”. A 15 hour exhibition on the futility of attempting improvement.
Look at that MUSTACHE.
Don’t worry. It can’t hurt you anymore. It’s gone.
Most of MSC (as I knew the band) minus my little bro and keith. Blurred Eric.
GPOY circa… 2003? MSC photo shoot.
MSC at Dundee Heritage Fest circa… 2002?
MSC at Dundee Heritage Fest circa… 2002?
GPOY Post Cross Country Challenge
Dec. 4, 2011. Fun race. Two creek crossings with water up to my belly button (I’m 6’0”) at one and a few inches above my knees at the other. Steep hills. Lots of Mud. Eric, puked because he was hungover.
“It’s fuckin’ great kid, OK? Now, shut up and get me a beer cuz Tony’s got a hangover and needs his medicine.”
More work in the spare bedroom.
Stripping paint from my spare bedroom’s base boards with a Propane torch. A fucking torch.
Taking pictures of my calculus books. Math. Did I mention I got my septum pierced?
GPOY Stripping paint from some door trim with a fucking Propane torch.
<—- ((balls out of control))
