you were a good kid/ridiculous human being.

tunnel road ride in the rain with logan, kath, and robin

turned into sunshine and ended with greasy great wall mockmeat

Ocean was skullcrushingly epic

reppin tennis punx

was strung out just enough to appreciate burnt ramen

Then a carfull of kids from the SLHC came up to portland for gnarly hangoutsesh and see a few kids get married on 6/6/6. I learned a few things:

– Oregon has the highest rate of both obesity and illiteracy of all the states.
– There are over 50 strip clubs in Portland (pop. of just over 1 mill).
– Beer is cheap.
– Portland is far more vegan friendly than the bay area.
– “Stripperaoke” is far more boring than it sounds.
– Always wear a seat belt.

Diego hooked it up with bikes.

see? It’s the best way to explore a city.

we stayed at sara’s

not enough bikes to go around

i think diego is my soulmate

decent sludgy metal at a garbage bar

house of the dead 4 for hours…

we simultaneously wrecked catherine’s car and the wedding of casey and jaime by running a stop sign, which got us t-boned by a jeep cherokee going 45-50. Like an idiot, i didn’t get any badass photos (but i think someone did). i made off with a soft tissue hematoma to the head, whiplash, and cervical strain (wtf??), but catherine got it the worst.

here’s a before pic.

here’s after. you can’t see the brokenness of the nose too well. we made off ok though and the wedding resumed after 6 hours of sitting around in a hospital. If the devil did it, he’s apparently a big fucking wuss. according to the nurses though, there WAS an large increase in injuries/deaths on that fateful 6/6/6.

see? we’re ok.

i’d move up there just for stumptown coffee and vegan donuts.

i love ali valle

bike pics for bryan

after many a beer, firework, and ghostridden whips, we were ready to go home. stranded due to the car situation, we luckily hitched a ride home

the fuck you know about VEGAN bacon western cheeseburgers?

hell naww…..

the fuck you know about big sur?

the fuck you know about man-boobs and builder bars?

cheeeeeeese

ley u down by da beech

saw animals such as: a) ghost deer

b) million-nipples squirrel

c) sausages-of-the-sea (lions)

godspeed

then there was a veg bbq

shindig at fort awesome.

same old anarcho hippy shit, but their chickens were nice

also, the sweet nothings played

bag lady

bag lady braves the elements

Zoe and I made vegan creme brulee, but I ate it too fast to take any photos

Haven’t been to a show in months, but I made it out to the Tehama st. loft in SF

Baader Brains (ala Andreas Baader, get it?) is Mike Kirsh’s and Jose Palafox’s 1970′s-terrorism-themed band

They had a multimedia thing going on with film clips/pictures of leila khaled, plane hijackings, RAF, and Young Tigers quotes.

super good.

greyskull, meh. I didn’t get any photos of California Love, who were good ole powerviolence.
Bullets In was meh.

Burial Year was brutal, however.

so many headbangs

sooo heavy

marcy with the shake down

freakout!

peepz

da bump

leotardzz

Vick’s spice warehouse in west berkeley has the best fucking indian food in the world. here’s the evidence:

comes with a flag!!

also, i went to the anarchist bookfair with logan, and her friend ben, and met up with zoe, eric, and her friend dan. while i didn’t get any photos of dirty, middle-class white kids with dreadlocks and carhartts, i did snap a few shots of our delicious meal at shangrila in the sunset.

vegan sweet and sour pork

in a fucking pineapple

ALSO, nick paid 100 bucks for a tattoo artist to permanently scar him with whatever design the dude wanted to. this is the result:

sputnik #1!!!!

ALSO:
Apparently, POZ, Maya, Ryan and I were shooting off bottle rockets and roman candles at hipster parties in the mission (taping roman candles to street signs is the way to go).
We got detained as we walked into dolores park, and while Ryan and POZ got tickets for the fireworks and Maya got an open container ticket, I walked away a free man. Here’s the proof:

scenic new jersey…

circle takes the square @ northsix

a harlem winter wonderland

muthafucka

katherine

chinatown

back to my rootz

most badass jacket in the universe

brooklyn

russia. JK!! it’s also brooklyn.

some classy ladies

i don’t know whats going on

tuckered out after a night of queef attempts

i also almost got in my first non-staged fist fight, which would have been very hilarious, but i didn’t get photos.

valin, crushing skulls with a single glance

we shot up nicks property off highway 1

nick posing with said shot up property

into it

let the girl go ramirez…its me you want!!!!

whaaaaa?

Resting after a long day of shooting. JK!!! It’s a rest stop during punk rock soccer.

but since 3/4 of them are smokers, “rest stop” means “stop playing”

tootsies

san andreas iztapa, maya pedal roof top view

part 2

when leaving semuc champey, we got a ride on the back of a semitruck that a group of 20 folks rented out (we later found out they were a family). they invited us to stay with them.

fixin bikes

zobot