Photographs

I thought I'd include some previous galleries, but I changed my mind. The reason is this; a lot of my life is changed from the camera pictures I could potentially offer. A lot of the pictures feature me doing stupid shit, and I can't respect my dead-end behavior—or the showroom-fresh WRX.

I'll only offer one gallery, the ruined car. I was handed a metric fuck-ton of perspective and given a swift kick in the nuts that translates to a reality check with my crash. You take an interest in what I've endured. Those pictures speak louder than a high school diploma. Granted I didn't walk away, but I'm here now. New pictures are on their way, but first I must party with many whores and visit The Howard Stern Show, or the equivalent.

I offer you, My Totaled 2004 Subaru Impreza WRX.

And My Shattered Hip.