Hot Chicks, Frank Gerwer And Beer Bongs.

The Fast And The Pervious.

Bitch Machine.

January In Ybor.

No, this is for real.

Some Yum What?

My girl said the Miso was a little salty, but for the most part the Gai was good.

Feel for you, man.

Haute Couture.

A Leatherman's Dream.

What can you say about a dude who has 9 leather jacket changes in an hour?

Table Ass.

Vampire Woman.

Gasparilla Man Appears.

Every year Ybor City, located in Tampa, Florida, throws a party in honor of its Pirate-founded roots. Gasparilla Day is like Halloween in January, only everyone is dressed as Pirates and beaded up like a more white trash version of Mardé Grás. On this day we happened to cross paths with the legendary Gasparilla Man, a legend to most cocktail waitresses and strippers and a man whose 18-wheeler's personal cabin has seen many a wild night. And a few bodies.

Smoke Pro 3000

When you smoke as much weed as some people do on the road, you come up with creative ways to keep the smoke alarms from going off. Or you just throw a towel over it and pass the bowl back over.

Heart Attack?

The focus of this shot was supposed to be around Hoover, the guy in the white shirt. But Leila, the girl on the right who looks like she's having a heart attack, is convinced I take bad photos of her on purpose. This shot is to prove that I don't do it on purpose, and that she just happens to be in bad positions when I snap. Sorry Leila, and if it makes any difference, I do love you.

Tucker's Golden Tongue.

Things started smoothly with Tucker's conversation toward this chick at the TWS Awards Ceremony in June. And without seeing that this chick was hand in hand with her boyfriend at first, I thought this would be a done deal for him after the hour of conversation they'd already shared. You see, Tucker is one of those dudes who could talk his way into a finger bang right there if the girl was down. And she seemed like she would be into it, ignoring her boyfriend and accepting more than a few drinks from Tucker while still holding her mans hand (who didn't say a word to her the entire time). But when the lights came up, Tucker realized just how many drinks he and that chick had drank together. That's also when Tucker fell down the stairs.

Willie Told Me To Do It.

I had dreamt one night that a Willie Nelson painting came to life and asked me to have sex with one of his wives. That was almost 15 years ago, so you could see how I almost shit my pants when I walked into a bar and saw this amazingly hot chick standing next to a painting of Willie Nelson. Willie's premonitions are not to be ignored...

Muska Sighting.

This is famed skateboarder Chad Muska, and yes, he is wearing a fake gold-crusted parking lot chain. Is Chad going back to his AZ trailer park roots, or am I missing something with Hip Hop fashion these days? Big Ups, Muskalade.

Carboy's Secret.

When In Doubt...

When all your hot chick friends are talking to dudes in the Karaoke bar you're in and you're over it, just light up a smoke, jump on stage, grab that pink blow up guitar and play the fuckin' thing like you know how to use it!

Deutsche Können Zur Partei!!

Germans can out-drink most anyone in this world, the English, Irish, Norwegians, Swedes, Finnish and Denmarkians coming in a close battle for second. Here we see some Frankfurt skaters taking it the next level on a rooftop-at only 11pm.

Black English Cowboy.

In this day and age, with racism still being an intermediate problem in this world, it's good to see people who just don't give a shit about stereotypes. From Eminem to Farnsworth Bentley, you can cross over and be what you want to be when you want to be it.

Sandy's What?

I'm thinkin' this kid probably doesn't know that the graff artist who did this fuckin' awesome dedication to his mom, grandma, or crush, spelled "beautiful" - "buttifull". Or maybe I'm wrong and Sandy's got a big fuckin' ass and he's over it. Myself, I'd probably create a "My Ex Is A Cunt" tee or a "Yes I was in a Herpes Commercial" graphic for LA's finest waiters, waitresses, bartenders and hosts. But at least I'd know how the fuck to spell it.

Mammoth Mt's Rival Gang War Graffiti.

One of the advantages of living in LA is that you get to see your share of gang graff and territory markings. I think the average Angelene could name you two LA-based gangs without ever being involved. "Norté 13" and "147th St. Crip Killa's" are my two. But on a drive to Mammoth Mt in April I was brought to a new level of threatening gang graff and acronyms. Looks like MWA got called out. Bitches.

Blood Signs.

I've always admired people who were talented enough to flash a Blood sign in less than 3 tries. Here's some Canadians who could wave the sign first try. Canadians are talented.

New Age Helmet Radio Transmitter.

The snowboard industry has been advancing board technology, boot fit and design, and apparel for cold weather usage for the last 20 years, but who has advanced helmet technology in the last five? This new age helmet radio transmitter could come in handy any day on the slopes. It receives AM / FM 2 transmissions and has been known to cross waves with local police scanners as well...

Really?

How did Calgary get a Ganga Restaurant? And how do we bring that chain here?

She Chose Wisely.

Vancouver bars are pretty fuckin' fun and have been known for their vast drink selections, from beer and wine to aged whiskey, 'Couver's got something for you. And where else would you have the choice between buying a Rum and Coke, a Kokanee, a Red Bull Vodka or a 40 oz. of Olde English? In my opinion, this chick chose wisely.

Food Of The Gods.

I get some crazy appetite issues when I'm hammered. A street wiener and some Twix bars will usually conquer the alcohol-induced starvation for me, but for Tucker, a Vancouver 7-11 wiener was all he needed. Oh, and extra pushes on the cheese and chili dispenser buttons.

Cool Ass Bouncer.

We met this bouncer at a bar one night. He looked mean as shit, but ended up being a cool ass dude. Even got us stoned in the back of his van after the club shut down, he owns some awesome 1984 Chevy Custom G30 complete with a custom wizard air brush painting on both sides. Must of cost him hundreds of dollars. Or even a hundred. The graphic was a portrayal of war between two arch rivals, with lighting strikes and flames, and a Unicorn arched back in battle mode, its horn pointing toward the wizard as lighting is bolted out of its sparkle-flecked golden tusk. "The wizard is battlin' the Unicorn to take over the Unicorn's castle, man. Its a 500-year old Castle" Thor Iverson explained to us. We thought it was fuckin' cool, either way the war ended up. Big ups to you Thor.