glamour

overheard in montreal:

"this magazine is telling me I need to blink more."

the exchange

a man boarded the number 8 bus going downtown through the rear doors, sneaking on at main and east georgia. by this time its just me and the east side residents, so the group was fairly small and smeed to know each other quite well. They chatted as the one who sneaked on rummaged through his oakland raiders jacket. he found the attentive item and withdrew it from its captive state, I, still unable to see what it was. He spoke to his other groupees assumingly about purchasing the hostage item. The older gentleman in front of me with a blue baseball cap refused politely and exited the bus. He then asked the baggy pants guy accross the isle using the same head bobs, motions and grunts. he accepted, and there was the rummaging again only this time something came out: a large, moist, orange brick of cracker jack cheese emerged from the jacket, about two feet long, an industrial sized brick of cheese. Up it went in the middle of the isle raised by a singular hand slowly tilting towards the man in the baggy pants. As fast as indiana jones, the cheese was replaced with a blue five dollar bill, and the exchange was over. I then exited at hastings via the rear door.

gotta go gotta go gotta go right now.

there i was with my oversized box of photo paper and two backpacks sitting on main and hastings smelling the pungent air of old tent, stale booze, and rotten body odor. I had been waiting at the stop for nearly half an hour, but by the lower east side standards that's nearly three days. i was watching all the people go by followed by a rather round native lady saying "excuse me" in the softest voice, as if she was nine, and slumped down on the bus stop bench. I then heard a deep cavernous growl which turned out to be her letting out a long, full fledged beer burp, followed by her nine year old voice, "excuse me" and a laugh that I couldn't help but joining in. She used her cell phone and left. A bus came by, not mine, and did the transaction of people. A man wearinga grey tank shirt was dragging a totally inebriated native lady who was half his size and missing half her teeth. She couldn't stand or sit up without the aid of a wall, arm, or a solid object. The man said his name was either "Power" or "Five" ( i cannot remember which) and pounded my fist with his own as if setting this mess next to me was a gift I should be thankful to receive. To my surprise, after she finally got comfortable sitting next to me, he left, leaving the woman next to me, squirming and mumbling to herself. I noticed she had spill stains all over her shirt, and pants. She did manage to attain enough energy and balance to put on her jacket and then fall back down on the bench. This must have strained something, or released a valve or kickstarted something normally controllable by most humans because she raised her legs apart in the child birthing manner and released steaming urine splattering through her jeans and onto the pavement, that was already covered in spit, moldy chewing gum and articles of trash. I slowly stood up and crept to the street and stood starting in the direction of the bus, waiting with the sound of pattering water in the background.

july 28th 2008

old notebooks are fun

give me that suburban flavor. you know the sour belch of yellow neon on fresh tar drive-ways, yeah that's it.

have many children, god loves children.

I lived near a girl who said she would bite my hamster twice as hard if it ever bit her.

Mariah Carey was a fan of physics. her new album is called E = MC 2. Featuring her single, "touch my body".

overheard in seattle:
"I's seen Kansas man. All it is is sunflowers and sons of bitches."

this morning

The day started early, like a fresh lick on the wrist, on a cold windy day, anticipating the windchill.

In the funny farm

that would be a rehab center with oh gramma jo.
for once i feel good about coming all the way out here.
forgetting to call is like forgetting about your children. oh that's a mall too?
way down deep somewhere where you haven't thought existing before and you just go ooooooh. natural childbirth, your body is ready, lean into the knife feeling.
me and you will make it big time, just catch a cab, were on the express bus, oh fuck.


overheard chit chat on the bus

my mind drains with the gutters

a girl near my house was hit by a cement truck. pink mist was her result. The highway was closed off for eight hours as the police and search and rescue hunted for her parts that scattered all this way and that in the near by ditch. I do say, clean this highway, rid of her, so this man on my bus will quit complaining and get to work on time.

so hot its green

a homeless man told me today that the sun is actually green. He has stared at the sun long enough, he states to be able to realize this. It is so hot that it is actually green. He then shows me an easy way to see it. He holds a leaf over the light of the sun. It shines green.

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A death couch. At the ER-an underground music venue in Vancouver, since shut down by the police.
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Gallery Row Alley

I passed this everyday when I was working at Beau Photo. Its in an alley.




Gallery Row Alley

They dont mean anything.

I need to borrow the scanner again to scan the rest of my film from my trip. But in the mean time I am going to show you some of the hundreds of pictures I like that I have been holding onto that I have taken over the passed few years.

A Riverview hospital





Industrial Services at Riverview





Homeless shopping cart at Third Beach, Stanley Park

Im on my way to I dont even know or care.

KCMO:



Fag Toast the cat

KCMO

Kansas City, Missouri:




The day my fingertips sweated.