Natural born killaz

This is the bike rack I got for $5 at the strange-meth-addict-money-laundering-pawn/thrift-shop on the outskirts of town.

This is the Sportsman Warehouse in Salem, Oregon. These are two life size deer fighting. There were allot of dead animals, it was a little intense.

They had a camo for every occasion.

Including sexy beach party.

I guess I forgot my keys in the ignition...

While I was at the Sportsman Warehouse I picked up a foot pump for Lucy's kiddie pool.

The route one needs to take in order to get off the freeway and onto the bridge that takes you back over the freeway to the East side of town and over to Lucy's house is totally stupid and completely DD.

This tree had a bong in it.

Lucy had set up her kiddie pool in the parking lot next to her house. The chair, 50 gallon drum and old speaker are all load-bearing and thus essential to the livelihood of the pool

The pool had some shape issues, we figured once it was completely full it would sort itself out.

This theory wasn't completely wrong.

This is a baby drinking beer. Shafer no less.

The pool had several different leaks and needed to be continuessly filled with air and water.

We barbecued hamburgers in Lucy's drive way. The barbecue was filled with moldy charcoal, we figured that we could probably all use a dose of penicillin, so we left them in.

This car was doing donuts in the parking lot. I think it was to celebrate Canada Day or possibly Bastille Day.

Practically invisible

This is a camo John Deer shirt. I really wanted it but they only had it in size X-X-X large.

I went to Roseburg Beauty School to get my hair cut. The woman pictured here was very gingerly attending to her fake head.

I really didn't want to end up getting my hair cut by the same person who cut this guys hair.

Oddly, the first picture I took after getting my hair cut is me wearing a hat. Anyway, my stylist did a good job, though she asked too many questions and I didn't feel comfortable telling her to "mess it up a little". All things considered it was a pretty good deal at $7.00. Although...I don't think I've actually paid for a hair cut in the last 10 years...so I guess that makes it a pretty awful deal.

We had prison labor helping set up for the Summer Arts Festival at work. You can kind of make out their striped suits.

I really didn't think that anyone even made prisoners wear striped suits anymore. It makes me think about the Beagle Boys and wonder why they don't have balls and chains attached to their ankles.

Here is the new haircut. It's not dissimilar to my old haircut, just 700% more expensive.

Pacific-Northwest-Camo

In an attempt to acclimate myself to the Pacific-Northwest, I decide to get a puffy vest. The following are my attempts to capture said vest on film.

Somehow I managed to NOT picture the vest in any of these.

I finally registered my car in Oregon. Though, I'm still paying for New York car insurance even though this car has never been to New York. It seems ridiculous to me that, even-though I now live in Oregon, I still need to curse the New York Department of Motor Vehicles on a daily basis.

I went to the pawn shop down the street, Along with the usual pawn shop fare of guns and guitars, you can buy a tool box...filled with tools!

The other day I took my car apart in an attempt to fix the tape player. I ended up with less extra screws than the last time I attempted to take it apart. The tape player does technically work though I think its playing at the wrong speed. So, I've been listening to the radio allot. Most of the radio stations here feature either classic rock or religious fare or some combination. I have found one station, on the AM that just plays old country music...this is my new favorite station. I will just have to get used to everything sounding like it's being played through a tin can.