And On

Saturday it became a kiddo
diet pill fest. The photo's dont do it
justICE but leather and big bird is always
a hit.

SF Freak Show continued

Oh yeah. if i was ever gonna
kill anyone id do it in this dungeon.
its a rad place to party.

SF Freak Show

So after crip walking around Rasta Cruz and
Goon Bagging around the City it got weird.
We lost our Bird Watcher and resident coffee
expert to Yosemite. But we traded her in for a
Yoga expert from Cooosssta Riiica! This fine lady
had us all over the place. If you see her say hello, her
name is Adri. She might be really cool or call you a Fag.
Anyhow Met up at some bar
where the bar keep was a complete dick. We showed the Queens
Nails how to get loose. I was sugar dancing all over that place. After getting
3 Utahs we shimmied over to a real Dungeon. This party was full of art types and
creegers. Skated with a fellow named Gerald. He reminded me of a cross between Ray Barbee and
and John Belushi. Later that night i saw a girl from Canada (Ohhhhooo Caaannnnaada Youuuuuhooo)
two step on the hood of a brand new BMW...in heels. it was so rude. still confused.

-milk

Goon Bags #4

Goon Bags #3

Goon Bags #2

Goon Bags

Spent time mashing up the coast with Posea crushing
goon bags and dodging filthy pigs. Rincon was fun surfing
like a total bag of POOP. slater was ripping and dude who was
gonna get back surgery the next day had a hell of a time on
his environmentally friendly board. Party platters, sawing logs,
Cow Palace, Santa Cruzing, hikes and Miss Gina Peters, our gyppo
birdwatching friend. Quite a specimen. Heart Rocks....Booze Boooze forget
the blues.