the active art of camoflague, by BobJeremy Hanson

hello, bob.

the max, portland train, light rail.

you know how I get angry at stupid people? no one in the world stupider than a fucking tri-met cop, more self-entitled than a mall cop, less actual responsibility in life than a fry cook at burgerville. i wanted to punch the one that you can barely see in the upper left hand corner. he was a supervisor, even. what a douche. an alright picture though.

erin a and i ate lunch on a roof top in beautiful mcminville

views get an a+, ambiance and company as well. food gets a b+ and service time gets a c.

evangeline nichols, natalia czajkiewicz

EN, NC/EN, NC

the sandy river.

sandy, taylor/bryan, triple fisting.

to oak's park we went.

we did, it's true.
lewis and clark was closed. ruined it for me, till we found bumper cars.

self portrait in g minor.

spider sun glasses for the win.

I WIN.

cause I got to hang out with this one:


it's okay to be jealous.

you know, like it happened previously.

yer not gonna get it, unless you click it.

i fucking hurt myself playing kickball. no joke.

our team needs to be drunker. if we can't be any good, we can certainly be drunk.

gresham: mountainish

not as close to the action as I'd like to be, future investigating needs to happen.

you know, like, america, and shit.

america. part of my "this is why gresham is actually beautiful, you pretentious hipster fucks" series.