I found this.

I have these terrible habits;

of cracking my knuckles 

and drinking far too much coffee 

and even more whiskey

and losing myself 

and getting anxious around people

and hating them for it

and being jealous 

and not understanding why I do 

any of these things.

I guess on the bright side, 

I could be a smoker. 

Oh boy!

There has been a rush of change. I am a bystander for now but no matter what happens I know one thing for certain, this one's going to hurt like hell.

I found the horse from "The Science of Sleep", he's had it rough.

Out of character.

Besides this blog and my mother's kitchen wall (I graduated from the refrigerator), I don't really put my photographs out into the world. Recently some brilliant friends of mine started a small publication of sorts and I am proud to be a part of it. 

Check it out.

I went to Las Vegas for a few days.

Vegas didn't help my sanity/lack there of, but I got a good sunburn. Sometimes you just need a sunburn (or a phone call).

I need to get my hands dirty

and play with film again.


Found art: this is where it began, on a post- it.

Cracks

I am losing my mind. It's evident now.

Mondays

I should get better at the Mondays at 10 thing.