Last Of The English Roses

Peter Doherty - Last of the English Roses (Graham Coxon on guitar)

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Jonathan Ross

Road Trippin.

Wow, this was an epic day to say the least. Matt and I drove to Philadelphia to see The National. Matt drove the whole way there, and back, which is no easy task. Well worth it i would say, and I know he would agree. The National were fantastic, such energy and authenticity. The venue was The Electric Factory, a nice little club, which from the outside looks quite un-assuming.

Philadelphia itself is a two faced city. One minute you are standing in the ghetto, and the next, your down the road in the middle of a pretty nice village-esque environment. Of course you can say the same for some parts of new York, or any city/town, but there was such an obvious contrast. The nicer parts of Philly looked really nice, with loads of places to hang out, so, cheers Philly.

The way home was pretty long, detours and things of that nature sort of made the trip long, but we diddnt mind really. We stopped off at a road stop in NJ to grab a bite around 1:00AM, and saw all sorts of creepers. The highlight was the freakish man Matt dubbed "The truck stop murderer", and the limo that contained large black girls wearing next to nothing.

Donezo

Well, it was a helluva night last evening. Standard Thursday night at Faddy Malones, with a pretty large crew. I believe I drank far more then i would have liked to, and completely destroyed myself, tot he point where i couldn't speak or make movements. I barely remember being dropped off home. I just went to sleep in my clothes and slept there, in what was sort of like a fake coma. Then morning comes. Morning was awful, as i woke up, headed to the bathroom and, still drunk, threw up multiple times. I layed down on the bathroom floor for what seemed to be about 15 minutes, before i proceeded to go back to sleep, and lay there once again in a drunken sleep. I woke up about 12:00pm, took a shower, which helped out a lot, and noticed i have a black and blue bruise on my wrist; how it got there is any person's guess. Anyway, i made two English Muffins and took some Tylenol. Now I'm going to take a nap before I have to go to Philadelphia with Matt to see The National.

I really want to take a break from drinking...or at least have a fair few and call it a night.

MoMA Part Deux

Patrick, Danny O, and myself frequented the Museum Of Modern Art on a particularly hot day. Manhattan, of course, was rad as usual. Parts of Times Square/Broadway were sectioned off for a pedestrian mall; tons of things to buy, and tons of food, from different cultures to eat. Instead of takign the subway around town, we tapped into our inner caveman/nomad, and walked around, and it was pretty awesome. What was REALLy cool, was the fact that i showed the person behind the desk at the museum my 2005 school ID and got my ticket FREE. Any money saved helps...after all, we are in a recession, right? Get your culture on!

Happy Birthday Morrissey

Happy 50th Birthday (May 22nd)

Thursday Throwdown

Pat's cousin made this sign, and told Jesse and myself to lay down under it looking dead.

Hopefully people come in and ask for the Swine Flu vaccination, and get a gnarly shot to drunken there arse up!

Thursday night has been the Faddy Malone's night for a couple weeks now. It's a small, lame bar with lame patrons, but dammit, it's our local boozer. Patrick's cousin Jennifer is a bartender there and we get almost all of our drinks for free. This evening was no exception. I walked to Faddy's to meet Rich and Jesse and Doyle. Jennifer gave us these shots she makes up, that are insanity...pure insanity. Afterwards Rich and myself met up with Matt, Miller, and Chris. We went to the Ale House. The night ended at Rich's house. His mom, Laura, gave me some meatballs. They were rad. Now im going to go to sleep because i have to skate tomorrow and re-thread my trucks to fit the new wheels on, and eventually put my new Jerry Hsu Enjoi deck together.

Straight Out Of Levittown

LEVITTOWNZ FYNEST BE SO DEAD SERIOUZ.

This is myself (sunglasses at night), and Danny O, attempting to look like badasses in Matt's backyard. If you notice, over my pose, toward the end of the house, you will find my handprint. I dipped my hand in all sorts of BBQ foods and condiments and high-fived Matt's neighbors house.