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11.27.2007


nick called friday afternoon so i went over to see his sweet new place in beacon hill. here he greets me.


maybe it's no coincidence that nick was born during black history month.


nick's apartment is incredible. too bad i couldn't take a good picture of it.


a picture of me that i'm okay with posting.


nick acting silly. that lamp behind him is remote-controlled. i'm not shittin' y'all.


hotel...motel...


a garage. ooooooooh.


i really love nick's place. "hey, that painting or photo or whatever it is is pretty cool. who made it?" "ikea, man. pretty much everything in here is ikea."


we went to a bar and i brought my camera. i felt weird having it for the first 20 or so minutes because i didn't want to call attention to myself with the flash. however, i started to notice other people using cameras with flashes. and then nick said "steve-o! take my picture!" so i flashed right in his face.


before the bar, nick and i went to grab dinner. we called adam and convinced him to come meet us later. nick told me that adam was bringing some high school person so we thought that meant adam was chillin' with a youngster. kinda sketchy, but i could see adam doing something like that. however, when adam arrived, i knew we had misinterpreted him as i recognized his friend tom right away. tom and adam went to high school together. hahahaha!


nick does his thom yorke impression.


"take it again, steve-o!"


"whoa, i'm really sexxxy. i want that for my myspace."


another dartboard!


read it.


adam acting silly while nick talks to his back-up ho, take 1.


adam acting silly while nick talks to his back-up ho, take 2.


"how YOU doin'?"


"i even drink my beer sexy."


"beer. yay."


"hey nick, this picture makes no sense to me."

"it just means my hand is faster than the dart."


look at nick!


adam kept bothering me to be in at least ONE picture but i hate this and almost didn't post it. i hope you're happy adam.


the guy with the red eyes came over to adam and nick and either asked for dart-throwing tips or was giving dart-throwing lessons. tom and i referred to him as johnny ascot because of the thing around his neck. i'm not even sure what an ascot is, but we went with it.


nick fading fast at the post bar pizza stop. probably 2AM ish.


tom pulled this from his wallet. i guess adam gave it to him the last time they hung out (tom's been living in CA for the past 5 years so they see each other quite infrequently). it says "city of god - fucking brilliant movie - adam marto"


when we got back to nick's place, nick went right to bed. the rest of us stayed up past 330, doing shots of vodka and looking at tom's awesome photos online (he has the same camera i do!). we listened to warren g's "regulate" on repeat for a good 90 minutes and didn't sleep much. mount up!


nick doesn't have a car but he has a motorcycle which he parks right across the street from his front door.


this made me think of mark.



11.19.2007



lil' frankie was around this weekend which was cool because i hadn't seen him in a while. on saturday afternoon i took him outside to play some catch which quickly turned into him trying to chuck the ball at me as hard as he could. each attempt was accompanied by cackling from both of us. "you laugh like a girl, uncle stevie!" here he is wearing my red sox hat. awesome kid, yo.




lil' frankie watches me leave to go visit brett for the night.





i got a call from brett as soon as i hit the highway. i had told him i'd probably be in northampton by 4pm. he wanted to see "american gangster" at 2 and since it was 2.5 hrs long, he wasn't sure if he should. "definitely see it, dude. i saw it. it's great. we can talk about it! i can kill time. call me when you're done." i stopped off at orchard hill to take photos. more this is your life, yo. these are tanks in the orchard hill parking lot.




top row, third set of windows from the right of the stairwell between the two buildings - that's the room nick and i shared for 2.5 years. great times. i definitely remember some heavy conversations with martha in that stairwell, too. when we first met, she lived on the other side of it.




so many friggin' awesome memories on this balcony, yo. sooooooo many. i've been on it once, i believe, since nick graduated and remember being blown away by how huge it felt having not been on it in forever. you could grow A LOT of corn up on that bitch. A LOT. are you reading me, mark?




uh-oh. where's steve heading now? come on, don't play dumb with me.




ok. so i found this to be sad yet beautiful at the same time. it was sad to see that it's obviously not used like we used it anymore. but it's also beautiful because, well, if it's not being used anymore, then that makes the ritual a little more ours, doesn't it?




this is the view from the nolongerused.




i don't remember these signs. i think they're new....ish.




some tower in the parking lot.




after orchard hill, i stopped at the hampshire mall to pee. walking through the mall made me feel like i was living in one of those movies where the main character (in this case, me) wakes up a buttload of years into the future and slowly walks around with a look of confusion plastered across his sexyass mug, taking note of how much his surroundings have changed. k-mart is a target. mediaplay is a bestbuy. there's a dick's sporting goods now. and this one crushed me - TACO BELL IS NO LONGER A PART OF THE SMALLEST FOODCOURT I'VE EVER KNOWN! like, what the fuck? i don't want to live in a world where college kids no longer appreciate a perfectly placed taco bell. so sad, yo. so sad. yet somehow, sbarro has survived. it just ain't right.

i didn't have any cell service once i got back to my car. i thought brett might be watching denzel and russell duke it out in movieform at the very same mall but then i said "that's stupid. he could be at any movie theater" so i headed to northampton. i drove through its center and past smith college (ivoland, yuck) and was right near cooley-dickinson hospital when my phone rang.

"hey man, where are you?"

"i just drove by cooley-dick. where are you?"

"at the hampshire mall."

hahahaha. too funny. anyway, i drove back to northampton and met brett at fitzwilly's. pooja was in iowa with her family. we grabbed dinner plus two blueberry beers (mine) and two bloody mary's (his) while we shot the shit. good times. then we headed for our cars and i followed him to his place in the easternmost of the massachusetts hamptons.

here brett moves his bike to get his crazyass landlord off his booty.




"here's the bathroom. i painted it myself!"




"that's a ceiling."




pooja and brett simpsonized. i also love the picture of van gogh wearing ONE mickey mouse ear.




brett talking to mark on my superawesomephonefromthefuture.




brett is more than just a musician when it comes to art. and he may or may not have eaten spaghetti-o's at one point.




"don't worry, man. it's the rumpus room. that's what it's for."




brett contemplates his next move.




brett's friend shannon came over. he lives in one of the other two apartments in brett's building and is cool as fuck. brett's known him for a long time. shannon is a musician and a painter. very talented dude. he's in a bunch of bands. anyway, we talked a lot about music and movies while we drank. well, i mostly listened because shannon is a motherfucking encyclopedia of knowledge. i could listen to him all night. i was soaking that shit up. and he wasn't pretentious at all. that's what made him so cool. i would ask questions and he'd learn me up something fierce. i know it sounds dorky but, seriously, just sitting there and learning all this stuff was so cool. after the three of us talked for a while, we went to a local bar to catch "rusty belle" play. they're a band that shannon's played with a bunch of times and knows pretty well.

this bar, like lots of others, had a dartboard. i shit you not.




rusty belle guitarist/singer.




2 outs make an in?




brett and shannon outside the bar.




i forget what the bar was called but it had something to do with a lion or a cat. i think.




the kickass pizza brett made for us when we got back to his place. we ate it while watching an episode from season 2 of the office. brett and shannon LOVE the office. they were laughing out loud and shannon had all the lines memorized which blew my mind. it'd been a long time since i watched the office with someone other than myself.




brett and i hit up a local diner sunday morning. if you look closely you can see him on the right and me on the left.




brett took this picture inside the diner and i liked it so i posted it. see how that works? he took a few pictures of me as well but those were deleted pretty quickly because...they were pictures of me.




brett makes me laugh. often.




brett showing me the utility tool he keeps in his car. "see, it can be pliers. and...some other things. AND i can measure things that are three inches or less."




some kind of stuffed animal his neighbors had hanging.




bob dole berry blend, motherfuckers!!!!




taken on the way home. i think the police officer pulled him over only to learn more about the friend he has in jesus.




on the way home i decided to listen to the new sigur ros live album because i had a feeling that it would compliment the non-highway portion of the ride perfectly. it's a peaceful drive through winding, tree-lined roads and sigur ros sounds like a movie soundtrack. i knew the combination of the music and the fact that i was driving through a part of my past might lead me to feel some not-so-positive emotions, but i guess i welcomed those. a few songs into the cd/drive, i noticed that maybe i'm not as far along in dealing with this past year as i recently thought i might be. the tears that welled-up but never fell gave that much away. anyway, as i drove past this sign, i thought "that might make a good picture" but didn't stop. then i got pissed at myself because it was the fifth time i'd passed a potentially good picture without stopping. so i turned around and headed back. i pulled onto the side of the road just as the song i was listening to began its climactic finale. i got out of the car and left the door open as i took the picture and the music spread into the air around me. i thought to myself "i miss a lot of things right now and i'm a little jealous of ed because i wish i had a sign. but i'm happy for him too."

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