blog.x-e.ro / photos: page 4 of 33
life :: party at zac's house
a few years ago, after almost getting arrested for trick-or-treating at age 19, our group of friends decided that we were going to start having a halloween soirees at peoples houses. this year the party was at the knight residence. all kinds of crazyness (like zac changing costumes 5 times) view the entire gallery here. (more photos in full post)
life :: young, dumb, here i come...
hellyeah! on july 14 2003 i turned 21!
i also threw a drunken bash! thanx to everyone who showed up!
i made sure to take tons of photos, but here's a choice selection. click the image for a larger view.
(more photos in the full post)
i finally got a decent picture of the molotov cocktail tattoo on the back of my right calf. it's totally finished now. it wraps around a little too much fer it to fit into one picture so i combined them. click the photo above for a larger view.
so i got myself a new tattoo this weekend. it's a nu-skool skull and
cross bones, just below my black flag bars. it's sweet!
susane did it at new world tattoo in follensbee wv.
audio :: my band plays my graduation party
my band, ascending bowel cancer, played a show (at my graduation party) with josta baby (a factor-8 side project). black flag, circle jerks, misfits, fear, and other punk covers were rocked out.
graffiti :: graffiti and photography experiments
well the 806 crue has been in full effect once again. this time our mission took us out into the cut, to a place called goulds ohio. there is a mile long train tunnel that has a large open room at the end. nina, pete, and i took some amazing photos. and zak and i reigned supreme as usual. this time i went by the handle "ph33r".
audio :: as ascending bowel cancer
my new band, ascending bowel cancer just played our first live show at the weirton legion. it seemed like a weird venue for a show, but the promoters just moved all the tables and chairs out of the way. no stage, just the band at the same level as the crowd. as a new band, we played first. but by the time the wounded hunters played everyone there was a drunken mess and things got out of hand. a riot broke out and the place got destroyed. broken chairs, broken faces, bloody hand prints on the wall. needless to say, we will not be having shows at the weirton legion ever again.