I bought a motorcycle a while ago to be able to bail outta NYC whenever I wanted to, which it turns out is pretty much all the time. Tipis in the catskills, motorcycle trips down to florida with kat, the anza borrego desert, los angeles, and I flew to oz.
I almost decided never to come back to my apartment in NYC... but I'm back (just in time to pay my landlord for not living there, again. wooooo. Fashion shit, Woooooo!) ...Yeah, so I'm working on an exhibition and book using photos of travels and guns and destruction and whatever... here are some outtakes and bullcrap digisnaps:
Kathy at the OG hole, now the cock, still amazing.