Black cats, open umbrellas, spilled salt, broken mirrors, and absolutely no mouth to mouth contact
These are my confessions.
Getting drunk while the sun’s up is like making love to God with the lights on.
I find I reach the best destinations not when driving, not when walking, but when stumbling.
I ain’t no fancy pants. In fact, my pants are probably the least fancy thing about me.
I got stupid drunk and I don’t even remember taking the last 300 pictures. Luckily I’m an amazing photographer so they all came out awesome. I think I could take mind-blowingly good photographs literally in my sleep.
This is a totally fun thing that happens every third Monday, I think. I don’t know for sure. I’m terrible with details.
Do me a favor. Before you read this, go find the video for “Just the Two of Us” by Will Smith and listen to the kid who I assume is Jaden Smith say, “Dad, this is a very sensitive subject.” Apply that to this blog post. It’s about God and underage girls.
Okay. I haven’t been doing as much photography as I’d like so I’ve been neglecting this blog. No more. I will post something on this son of a bitch every weekday for a month. That’s my promise to you. So let’s get into it!
These pictures vary in quality from pretty good to okay.
Booze, Second Chances, A Broken Heart, and Amazing Grace. All in the span of two days in the shadow of Christmas.
I get in the Holiday spirit with some kids and Santa.
“Memories. Light the corner of my mind. Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.” -Tom Hanks
This is how you pronounce “Cazh”. Take the word “casual” and cut off the “you all”.
Bringing the C+ game. At least I passed. No Summer school for me.
“You can’t ask a heroin addict if he wants to skip the library and just do a bunch of heroin.”
I was feeling down so I came to the grocery store to see if I could find something to cheer me up. And I found that something in the form of a Mix-n-match microbrewery six-pack, Break-n-Bake Toll House Mini’s, and the winter issue of King Magazine. If I could put it all in a blender and cook it down to pill form, I could change the game in the anti-depressant market. This post has 6 hyphens.
Welcome to my new blog! It’s going to be at least kind of awesome. It should inspire small amounts of awe. It’s going to reflect my fast-paced, no-holds-barred, chicken-in-every-pot, Indianapolis, Indiana lifestyle. To show you what I mean I went out and took a picture of myself in front of our Beef Freezer.