Alexi and I getting snowed on.
Same night...more snow...
Gomez and me.
Before the last night of club Onyx
A little sign alteration, courtesy of me.
The finished product.
From the Imperial Overlord campaign.
Peek-at-chew and I.
Peeka and me again...
Algernon parked at the damn outside of Nederland. The wind never ever stops blowing in that fucking town.
Chris!
Abby in Littleton cemetery, final resting place of famed cannibal Alfred Packer.
Girlscout uniform.
Me in 1997!
This really incredibly shitty picture is NOT to be taken seriously, I took these as a mockery of people who post horrible webcam shots of themselves all the time.
OLD ass picture of me at Ground Zero. Give me a break, it was 1994 okay?
Tyler, Amy and I.
Alexi's flamethrower during a Denver Hearse Association meeting.
Damn...I don't even remember where the hell this picture came from.
Gothnic!
Shane's gattling gun.
Peek-at-chew and I.
This freaking coat rocks. I have no clue how old it is, but every time I wear it I have to do last minute tailoring on it because it is literally falling apart.
Me in my formative years (8th grade)
Me and random people...no idea who they are.
Me in old age (artist conception)
At club 2101.
Amy and I in front of Alexi.
John K and Eric
John K, Eric and I.
One of the members of the hearse club's children on Alexi.
A promotional ad for the internet radio show that Rich and I do every week, The Insolent Transmission. Go check it out at http://destined.to/insolence
More from the gangster shoot. Amazingly after nearly an hour and a half of driving around downtown Denver brandishing guns out the window of a hearse no one called the police OR shot at us. That is a small miracle because the Denver police have been known to perforate people for any little damned thing. They think someone is holding a gun and the next thing you know they have opened fire, unloaded 4,800 rounds, and it turns out the person wasn't holding a gun at all, it was actually a white flag attached to the end of a stick.
Chris during the show.
Chris and I at the mic.
Rich in all his glory.
With Amy and Lisa. This church is literally NO WIDER than the shot. It is seriously tiny. It was a hospital chapel.
My rat Tatertot
She is gone now but I miss her a lot. I adopted her at the pet store. She was returned after another family bought her and somehow injured her. Whoever they were, they fucking sucked because her back legs were paralyzed. She was injured in their care, then they dumped her. I felt so bad just seeing her there that I bought her on the spot. She also had cancer, which I had removed at a local animal hospital. Despite not having use of her back legs, she could truck around really well and was soooo sweet.