went to Fatbaby the other night. i'm hella backed up with photos
i'm supposed to be letting Yago do the captions for this crap because mine are "lame" but he's not here so you're stuck with me

weird shit. this is that dude that lurks at the bar rolled up in a rug the whole night
he likes feet apparently and likes to be stepped on

burned with a cigarette


another Liz had a bottle of Gin in her bag plus there was an open bar so it got gnar

Brian's hair was on fire

last call got gnar



roof hopping

i smoke cigarettes now


Swanage . . . definitely spelling that wrong.

she always said we would meet again