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August 27, 2006
Sweet New York, I pine for Thee.
This is it. The last of days. Well, in Brooklyn at least. Come this evening, I will ride away in a speeding mercury red Mercury Cougar, racing to the east, and to freedom (from the cougar). We will be on our way to Southold, Long Island. A hefty drive across the largest island off the coast of the continental united states. Upon entering the glory of Southold, Heather and I will join the illustrious pair of islanders, Nolan and Ashleigh (who I only recently realized was an eigh and not a y). Ashleigh will purchase the cougar for a modest sum of cash, and we will spend the evening and following day enjoying beverages on the beach. After much deliberation, Heather decided that King Leopold would not be allowed to excurse with us to the beach. My proposition was simple: King Leopold should accompany us to Southold, and be SET FREE, as all creatures desire, to fish (and fend) for himself. Heather, the great detractor, asserted that in his *mild* mental retardation, that he would be incabale of learning such essential skills. NOTE: I am not the heartless and uninterested party in the debate, I was full of hope for KL, assured that he was not handicapped but handi-capable of collecting fish and antiques, thus making a life for himself on the short end of the Long Island. After a bit of intervention from Beka, Heather's glorious elder sister, Leopold has been liberated from her dictatorial grasp.
August 24, 2006
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NOLAN!!!
Nolan's picture with a gaussian blur (4.5 radius, diffusion b/t 25 and 28) and a stamp filter (2 clarity, 24 light/dark) .
Theres a really awesome story behind that Star Wars shirt too. Nolan and I was parking the car - after recovering it from the pirates who repaired the lower control arm - in Brooklyn, and in between finding a spot and deciding it was too small, we were outside on the sidewalk talking about the parking spot Heather was pointing out. We had concluded **correctly** from a distance of about 6 lanes of traffic that her suggestion was too small to accomidate our beast of a yacht (ahem! car). During our deliberation, a young man of approximately the same height as nolan arrived in our vicinity and complimented nolan on the fashions of his tee shirt (a royal green with lighter green text: "Trust Me, I'm Irish"). After he was within earshot, I ascertained that although the same height as nolan, this young man was about twice his weight. This kid was fuckin' HUGE! He was wearing a SWEATY, SMELLY, dare i say STANK, Star Wars origional print tee-shirt. This shirt is crazy old. Well, responding in kind, nolan complimented this smelly brooklynite on his attire aswell. They decided through some "bald guy communication" i couldn't comprehend that they should trade. (i have no clue why this was a favorable trade for either party, but, whatever.) Nevertheless, Nolan and brooky are standing in the middle of the sidewalk of 4th Avenue in Park Slope (a MAJOR roadway) SHIRTLESS, and holding on to each other's shirt consumed fist. At this juncture, HALF NAKED OUTSIDE IN BROOKLYN, Brooky pops THE question about the subject in question. "Are you a Jedi or Sith??" he wondered in Nolan's Direction. Well, anyway, as you can see, nolan got the shirt, and after being mended and washed (twice, for the smell) took a picture of himself in it. I photoshopped this picture.
Jesus, I look terrible the morning after!
I found this after perusing the old files imported to my computer from heathers brand spankin' Four Month Old camera! She must have taken this while i was asleep (theres a cup of coffee in my hand, out of the photoshop fun though. )