In high skool I had Slayer lyrics scrawled on my bag and a mouth full of "fuck you"'s for the jocks. Not many of the pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside girls wanted to really know a guy like me. If you want to be your own person and not a sheep you have to accept the loneliness of the wolf. Low test scores in Mathematics had me sitting at the desk in front of the teachers. The retard hot seat. It never interested me so I never applied myself. Simple equation. Serving out my time of a twelve year sentence slowly and daily (12). Half way through one semester a new student arrived having been expelled from his previous skool for shaving his head. He met with the Maths teacher at the doorway and then looked around the classroom to get himself situated. He saw the only seat available was shotgun next to the retard hot seat. His mind's rolodex flipped through the people in the class and associated a memory from each of them as to what they had said about me: weird, junkie, satanist, uncool. There was only 1 free seat and that was next to me but like a cat clawing its way out of a swimming pool he was looking for alternatives. The others in the class tried to help him (to zero avail) realizing his plight. He took his seat and accepted the uncoolness of the whole deal with look-straight-ahead-silence. After that I dragged his grades right down and laughed at him when the entire football team surrounded me at a party wanting to kick my ass and he ran away up the road. Bring on 17 more years of good times and bad times Buddy. Love you fuckhead.
Going through the latest issue of RideBMX I bought on Zinio, I found one of my photos in an ad. I shot this in 2007 in Los Angeles right after a black Escalade with shot out windows drove past us with Dr Dre on the speakers. Not happy with the crop at all since it has screwed up the composition. The original image is on my Flickr if you want to see what I mean.
Sitting at an airport but not going anywhere. Like a clock which is always moving but never going anywhere. No time these days. If its relative, its not related to what I am doing right now.
