Aliens Have Birthdays Too.

Camerin turned 34. Thats like 27 in human years. All of his friends went and had dinner at Rambutan.
He was there. But he didn't really know where he was.

Red on Red.

Lil dude on Lil dude action.

They were there.

And they were there.

J. Denim.

Head/cumshot.


Then we went to Cha Cha's.
Dan brought his step-son to a bar for the first time that night.

This is Sparky. The only one who's going to understand the insanity of this picture is Micheal. He makes shirts of his cat and sell them in NYC and LA. The cats name was Sparky as well.

BZ Kills It!!

Big J gets drunk and plays golf.

The new posterboy for Sextasy.

Jagershots jagerbombs hellyeah


At that point, I went and puked the pad thai I ate earlier while being covered in black lights.
When I came back, this was going on.



I had to drive back with Tom and Sparky. Tom started to speed towards a barrier screaming "do you wan to live or die?" over and over. We lived. Sparky lit his matchbook on fire right next to a gas tank at the AM/PM. The guy wouldnt sell Sparky beer so Sparky threw his money away for some reason. We got back. Everyone left. Hamm and I synched Holy Mountain up with Dead Meadow and blasted off. This was the last thing I saw that night.

Happy Birthday John

“You've got to know your limitations. I don't know what your limitations are. I found out what mine were when I was twelve. I found out that there weren't too many limitations, if I did it my way.”

happy birthday captain.

Ringer vs. Mahoney: Round 1

Enter the 405 Chambers of Torrance (Bring Da Muthafucking Ruckus)

The 405 by Torrance was a freeway parking lot. Truck overturned or something. No movement. All was still for about 45 minutes.
I was listening to Enter the 36 Chambers. By The Wu Tang Clan. Which is on Gary's i-Pod which I thought was weird.
All of a sudden a black guy to the left of me has half his body out of the car screaming "WU TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHING TO FUCK WIT!! WU TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHING TO FUCK WIT!!"
He then crawls out of the car while his buddy(nigga) keeps posted up in the driver seat smoking a cigarette.
He comes over to my window and screams "WUUU TANGGGGG!!!" and posts up at my door.
This is the conversation that ensued:
Black Guy: The fuck is going on with this freeway?
James: I don't know man. Its fucking crazy.
BG: I haven't heard Wu Tang since 1995.
J: I haven't heard them in awhile too.
BG: Yea yea. I use to sell heroin.
J: No shit. Here?
BG: Nah. Baltimore. Dirty dirty dirty.
J: Oh fuck. Have you seen The Wire?
BG: What wire?
J: Nah, the TV show The Wire.
BG: Ah naw. I thought you were talking about a wire. Like the object. I mean, I seen aaaallot of wires. The objects.
J:(laughs) Its a show on HBO about drug dealers and the police in Baltimore.
BG: Naw! Fuck that shit!...............(wiggles his head) I lived it.

-At this point traffic starts moving. Black Guy runs to his car grabs something from his friend and runs back to my window. The something was a joint. Not a cigarette-

BG: Hit it?
J: Fuck it.
(hits joint.)

And we drive off into the sunset. (We actually did)(I fucking love parentheses)
These past 7 days have been reeeeeeeeeeeeally fucking weird. I feel like Ive been living in a Shel Silverstein story. On crushed ecstasy.

Do you want to live or die?

valentines d-day and bark motill.

got hammered drunk and was an asshole to gary sean and gavin. sorry for ruining your valentines day guys. thats the way she goes. on a more positive note, mark botill is indeed in India and not rehab. these photos are proof. dont ask how i acquired them.
Mark with Indian-James and Indian-Gary.

Mark got married.

Marks hellla good at photoshop but not this good.

valentines day.

I made the conscious decision to head westbound instead of eastbound when I stepped off the bus today after work. Eastbound is the apartment. Westbound is the liquor store. Sale on liters of Popov. The orange juice was almost the same price as the vodka. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Gary was delivering flowers all day to Mexican house cleaners. Apparently you have to spell "Mexican" with an upper case "M".
One more thing. John, if you're reading this, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
I wonder if Sean's Asian(apparently you have to spell Asian with an upper case"A" as well) roommate will leave the dorm for a night so Sean and Shiva can go off. They just might have to settle for the Del Taco parking lot.
Bianca's lost her got damn marbles, bearings, mind etc etc etc...
Clint's the most sane one out of the group. I really mean this. I had that epiphany on the bus yesterday when a small Indian(apparently you have to spell Indian with an upper case"I" as well) boy started crying until he saw the McDonald's sign.
Gary's going to be pissed when he gets back home and sees how much vodka Ive drank.
Jesus Christ. Camerin just blew my chances with Bijou Phillips.
things dont look good.
the whips blow back.

happy valentines day assholes.

Sunday Morning.

I walked to church this morning. I was a little late. The sermon was about damnation. They guilt tripped me into giving them a dollar when collection came around. I didn't sing when everyone else was singing. I just mouthed the words. I filled out a visitors slip during the body and blood of Christ. I gave them Clint's information. The organ player was hot. I think she was roughly around the age of 18. I'm hoping. I really should have not of been thinking about that during church.
This was just all bad I'm now realizing.
I cant go back to church.
Except on Christmas Eve.
Like every year.
For the past 22 years.

Go.

By The Way

None of these blogs are posted sober.
thats the way she goes.

If youre friends with me, you'll appreciate this. If you're not, you'll just think I'm fucking crazy.

John did this. Thought it would be a good thing to do.

Popeyes Cocaine Rodeo

1st Week of February 2008.

Apparently all the hot chicks hang out here.


I drink your milkshake.


And I'm planning on going out to the desert for a weekend to hang out here.


And I cant stop listening to Spiritualized and Spacemen 3. And when I searched for pictures, there was a picture of Jason Pierce chilling butt-fucking naked. It reminded me of John for some reason. Probably the extra skin.


A cool guy(crazy black(african-american)dude)dude at the bus stop was telling me about how he sold dope in the 80s for the Mayor of Baton Rouge who created Popeye's. Basically broke it down to me that Popeye's basically started out as a cocaine front. Then again he was wearing Fila's.
It's all good though.
Where's Mark Botill.