(you are amazed at my ability to constantly come up with a clever title)

i found this in a "secret stash" of photos on my storage drive. it was a staged picture, but i have often thought of sending off to jack and trying to get an add campaign started about drinking and skiing. i would imagine that this particular bottle had something to do with me almost killing anna. but then again it could have been the jackass who cut me off or the fact that i can't snowboard. i'm just saying.



ahhh, LAX. you are quite the bitch, but soon i will be your pimp. how i have longed for the days of travel in the time of holiday. if only i could spend more time in you, then i could discover your secrets. don't worry, i will soon be the master of your domain. but what really sucks, is the layover in detroit at 3am. had i known the wifey had set it up like so, i would have never agreed to such shinanigans. oh how i loath the cross country flight with a stop.



is it nuclear fall out? nope, just your average run of the mill sunset in helLA. i can't imagine that all that red is good stuff. i'm no expert on air quality, but put it this way. i ran track in highschool and college, played soccer for 13 years, and was an acomplished whitewater paddler for a long time. now i can barely run up and down the street with out being out of breath.

to my wife-

it has been one week
since you left me all alone
i have showered twice

see you in a few days!!!