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.