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I had 5 shoots the last night I was in Boston/Salem . And I didn't find out until a few hours before my bus was supposed to leave that my bus didn't exist. Luckily there was a bus that was leaving at 2:30am from South Station in Baltimore, so I booked that ticket after my third shoot.
Anyways, I finish up my last shoot, and Matt and I drive as fast as we can to frantically pack my giant pink suitcase that I've been living out of for over a month. Then we get to the bus station and I'm so tired, and a little drunk, but I make it onto my bus. Then I find out my bus makes a stop in NYC before going to Baltimore. So I pull my phone out and set my alarm and lay it on my chest and fall asleep. I wake up and the bus is an hour late. I jump off and run with my 70lb suitcase to where my next bus is leaving. Then I realize my phone is gone. So ya...I lost my phone. It was a long time coming. I had a Treo that I've had for two years and I needed a new one anyways.
I made it to Baltimore! I asked the taxi driver to take me to the nearest AT&T store so I could buy a phone and let Chase know I was alive. I didn't get an iPhone. I almost did, but I decided to stick with the Treo so I bought the new one.
August 8, 2008. 888. Everywhere I look see numbers in series of threes. Lately I see 111 everywhere, and when I do I invision what I want in my life and I pretend like a genie is going to grant my wishes.
So I meet up with Chase, Maggie, and Karen. Maggie and Karen are awesome. But I'm starting to think I love all girls. We meet up with Chase's friend Dan and we all go out to this beautiful lake that somehow got the name "Pretty Boy" and we swim around naked for awhile until I realized I hadn't slept horizontally for more than a few hours in a few days so I got out and layed on a heat rock like a lizard.
But I still didn't go to bed once we got back. Instead I ran into one of my new favorite people Leeroy. Chase and I end up drinking a little too much and go over to Leeroy's dude den to get our 888 tattoos. I tattooed Chase's foot, which was the first time I've ever tattooed someone. I need a lot more practice because three people have asked me to tattoo them in the next few days. I'm the worst person at it ever by the way, so I'm pretty excited about it. Chase got wasted and let Leeroy tattoo his tongue. I got wasted, passed out, and Chase tattooed in my hair to try to wake me up but I still wouldn't wake up. So if I ever decide to shave my head I think I have random black or pink dots on my scalp. I can't even write that without laughing. And I have 888 on the back of my neck now right below my hairline. That was intentional though.
This is Leeroy and me, this guy is so awesome...
This is the last set I shot before I took off to South Station...I love Dave Dawson <3
This is my fake girlfriend Asphyxia. She's my favorite model to shoot with, hang out with, eat pancakes with, do makeup with, swim naked with, talk to, and one day we're going to go on our own adventure together.
There's actually a funny story behind these next two shots. So I'll quote Chase's Flickr for some of it.
He called me "Batnea" in this picture. He thought it would be funny to write "SOOOOOO GOTH" on my chest and draw an arrow up to my face, then put on Lee Hanna's vampire cape. I mean...it's true. Right?
From Chase's Flickr :
"See, Lee Hannah knows how to handle a situation. Let's say he has a reason to believe that someone around him is a "Goth", well he knows what to do. Old Lee knows that a Goth could turn into a bat at any second, and Goth bats bite. Then you've got all these puncture wounds and shit and you are all short of blood and faint... and it's not like when you donate blood, because there isn't any nurse there to give you a cookie to get your blood sugar back up. Plus, look at that fucking beard, who needs a Goth bat getting all caught up in that... So that's why Old lee has extra ceiling fans all over the place. Goth bats are terrified of ceiling fans... they are basically just like giant Goth bat killers, you know? See? Lee knows what's up. "
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