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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.