Points to Vanish.

P reminded me of a shot I took a few months back. There's something comforting about being around long stretches where you can stand in the middle of the road easily and not worry about traffic. Because where there are no cars, you can dump a body.
K

Off Balance

Palm Street in Huntington Beach.  I guess the wind just stressed these palms into growing crooked.  I'd love to take shrooms and run down this street at full speed.  The zigzagging center line just adds another element of oddity to the scene.  I credit my brother for finding this spot.  Oh, on a side note, the building there on the left is a highschool.  Not exactly the most comfortable feeling taking photos at a school haha!  I have a previous bad experience dammit!  Right after 9/11 my room mate and I went and took photos at a school, well, some concerned Davis citizen thought that was creepy and called the cops cause lord knows two guys with camera bags near a school are up to no good.  One of the cops frisked me... it got uncomfortable when he realized I wasnt wearing underwear.  I will have to find the photo I took of them as they were leaving, it actually turned out pretty cool.  I figured they owed me that after publicly violating me!  Go art! 

The Amateurs...

So apparently Phildo's plan is to get some hate mail. I've actually kept my old hate mail from my old columnist days, mostly because it makes me laugh. It makes me laugh because people get angry over stupid little things and I still can't believe someone actually decided it was a good idea to let me publish opinion columns (btw, if you happen to read this E, thank you. I still get random people that come up and remember something stupid I wrote 10+ years ago)

But I digress. I'm not exactly sure what the point of this blog was. I just knew I wanted to do something and I wanted to work with Phildo. If any of you don't know Phildo, he is a ridiculously talented artist. He also now shoots photos, writes, drinks a lot and has good taste in music. And I'm blessed to call him a close friend.

So this is our contribution, or curse, to the internet. We'll ramble. We'll post photos. We may be drunk. We'll write stream of consciousness diatribes that flow like a Family Guy episode. Or makes as much sense as a masturbating jellyfish.

I apologize in advance to anyone that gets offended.

Dyson the sand out of your vagina and take a deep breath. In the grand scheme of things, what we say, do or post will likely have no impact in your daily life. Hopefully bring a smile, laugh or a different outlook.

If not, just chill the fuck out.

My name is Ken. And I approve this message.