[journal] Left to my own devices, I turn to photos

[magic_fratboy]

"I'm staying home 'cause I feel like shit. Forward my calls and email me the files on the Hobb's Place job." Not hard to understand, right? Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I'm incapable of talking on the phone, drawing up a proposal, or operating Photoshop.

Jelly? I'm gonna brain you with that damn banana. You know the one I'm talkin' about. Don't think I don't know you're mothering me.

Anyway, since I'm stranded at home with nothing else to do, I been poking around my hard drive all day. Found some old photos that, if nothing else, oughta entertain...


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I think Soph was the first one I showed this to. Took it about a week after I got to Los Angeles. Coming from Vegas, I guess you could say that instead of fresh off the haywagon, I was fresh off the 'ho train.' I look like it, too...I like to call this my Chippendales headshot. Yeesh.



Jelly took this on her camera phone at the office last week and emailed it to me, hence the suck-ass quality. Ditching my shoes after a client meeting...yeah, Jell, did I mention the banana? You're so screwed.



This one was all on the Kellar twins. They snuck a camera in the night of my initiation and caught my act. It took place at this hole in the wall theater in Santa Monica, but dig the sculpture. Crappy shot, but it's a beautiful piece depicting the fall of Prometheus and Pandora. That's Prom behind me. I escaped from that straightjacket on my own, no use of my powers. Nearly killed myself learning it, too.



Me at The Rising Sun with a couple of Frat sibs, Brother Dog and Sister Hooker. Yes, her name was Hooker, at least according to her and Dog. Doglas Carter's a dude I met the night I initiated. Since then, he's helped me out of a few scrapes and we're getting along great. I think this pic was taken the day before I ended up in that stupid building that went down. Dog actually gave me the black eye I'm sporting there, but it was totally by accident. He took care of it later that night...he's a shaman, healing's part of his thing.

And Jell? Along with the banana, I'm enduring a little personal humiliation to show the world just what a freak you are.



That's right, Jelly tried to strip me bare...crazy bitch. ;) A little over a week ago, Ben snapped the shot (thank you, brother). Jell's on the right, the gal on the left is a college bud of ours, Trish Miller. Her, Jell, Ben and I all had the same Art History and European Lit class together.

Anyway, Jell and Trish were stupid-fucking-drunk and talking about some stupid Eighties exercise videos. I was talking card manipulation with Ben, so I had no clue. Long story short? Someone mentions Abs Of Steel, and next thing I know I got my jacket off and my shirt off while Jelly's poking me in the stomach and wondering if the three of them could bounce quarters off it. I wrestled both of them, wandering hands and all, for two blocks while Ben snapped pics and almost goaded them into pantsing me by mentioning the Buns Of Steel videos.

I'll get 'em on the computer eventually, but I swear I got a couple of shots of them going after Ben next. All's I had to do was mention the dimples in his ass and they were on him like flies on shit. Hey, I ain't proud, and I was more concerned with keeping my pants on.

So moral of the story? Never go out with a female Bruin that can't hold her liquor. Yes, Jell, I'm talkin' to you. At least Trish didn't try to do the Pillsbury thing with me.

Okay, that's it...and I almost feel a little bit better. Good vibes, I guess. Send me some good energy, folks. I could use it.

Think I might go nap pretty soon.