A dick in your face.

I recently contributed to this "zine", it's call a "A Paw In My Face". I think the name comes from some indie band, I'm not entirely sure.

This issue's, and supposedly last issue, topic was "love". I chose to write about my un-dying passion for garage sales, and tight bros. I was approached to write something via e-mail from former Red River instructor now buddy Chris, and fellow class mate - now Red River instructor Meagan.

I'm not too happy with the result of my contribution, but I feel it stands out to the rest of the writings/drawings/bullshit in the zine.

Here's my piece, it's entitled "No More Good Buys". I originally wanted to do an entire zine of garage sailing finds and adventures, but I'm lazy and no one would care anyways.



I was hoping next summer to make a documentary about garage sales and the weirdos that spend their entire life hunting for a living.

If you want to view the entire blog you can look here.

Or if you're one of the lucky few you'll find it at your local hip/head shop.

Check Ya later

Alex P

I didn't know this was possible.

Riches of Art.

Rich and I, went out on Friday night to take art pictures. Let's take a look at what developed.

First we left the apartment. Artiest photo.



Then we parked by VJ's, we thought my dad was there, and we were going to say hi, but then he drove away as we were walking up.



Then we started taking pictures in The Fort Gary Hotel.









Then we went down some spooky back alleys.



This idiot set his car alarm off for 5 minutes as a silly joke. And then didn't feel like paying when he left.



This man found something interesting on the ground.



Then this other man did too!



I told rich I was only going to take voyeuristic pics from now on.



This security guard wouldn't let us get to the top of parkade. We tried to explain we just wanted to take some artistic photographs, but still no go. Then he told us how 3 people have jumped off the roof recently. 1 was a young pregnant girl, the other 2 were men in their early 50's.



Rich wasn't afraid of getting diiiiirrrty.



I was, it was an adventure.

YES!

Today is my birthday.

I guess this is a sad one, for this is the age where I supposedly stop growing. This is how tall I will be forever. Deal with it! I will, however, continue to grow horizontally, you can count on that.

On the plus side, it is my Champagne birthday (guess how old I am). So, if you're my friend get me drunk. That's what you do, right?

I'm having a petit party this weekend, maybe I could post funny pictures from that later. You shouldn't come unless you are a nice friend.

And I don't know who the fuck this bitch is, but she has my cake.



I found a secret present this morning too.



And I'm not sure if you are aware of this, but I love presents.

I also had ice cream for breakfast (heavenly hash).

Can't Live Without It!

I was trying to write something about these girls smoking pot in my back alley, but I gave up.

Instead I'll talk about how I want this soooo bad. It's at about $60 on the Ebay, and has only an hour left. If I were retarded I think I would bid. It might just be the most amazing thing I have ever seen.

Skate Side: We'll Give It To You
Shred Side: Skate To Hell

If you really loved me, you'd buy it for me for my birthday. It's coming up!

I'd skate it.

Week 3.

It's weird what you'll find yourself listening to when you can listen to anything. Before I left for the Western Canadian trip/tour, I bought an Ipod. I thought back on all the shitty fucking trips I went on with my discman, a pile of scattered c.ds, and my huge head phones, which I recently stepped on and broke.

When I got back from the trip my buddy Wynston hooked me up with an oink account. For those of you who don't know (losers), oink is an invite only torrent fueled site that is super strict about ratios. You can find almost anything on there musically and it's crazy quick downloads.

Anyways, I've been downloading some weird shit, and found myself listening to the audio book of Henry Rollins - Get in the Van.



I borrowed this book from my good friend Mike a few months ago and never finished it. It was fucked hearing Henry pass the point where I had read up to, and not knowing what he was going to say next. I actually got pretty excited. My brother used to have this on tape. I bugged him about finding it recently but I don't think he will, it's probably under a pile of boxes in our garage.

I usually just listen to fast shit to get me to where I'm going, but lately I have nowhere to go. Night shifts suck, I basically told my boss today that if they want me to stick around to get me off of night shifts.

On the plus side, I think/hope I'm moving out July 1st with girlfriend.

Night Shift

Since Monday I have been working the night shift at work. I'm working 10 hour shifts, so I'm not stuck here Friday night with my dick in my hand. I'm only doing this for 2 weeks, but I must admit it is quite gruesome. 4p.m - 2a.m then sleeping until 11 or 12, getting up and doing it all over again.

I don't think I'll be posting many of these. I intend on putting up a huge post with tons of pictures of fun times with good friends that took place over the past two months. I just probably won't want to touch a computer until these night shifts are over with. Not that you should care anyways.