This image was off my very first roll of film shot back in 2001.  This was when I was just starting out, shooting with an Elan7 and getting my photos processed at Wal-Mart.  This is Salt Creek, and I have no idea why the photo is red/orange_sepia toned; could be from the incredibly accurate processing skills the Wal-Mart employees obtained at that point in time…

…Scotty & Mitch are, that’s for sure.

I know everyone is getting tired of seeing the Stopniks on here (too F-ing bad, just wait till after this coming weekend…you’ll hate me & them at least 50x more than you already do now!), so I figured I’d do one better and post a photo of myself that PK took at Serna’s Ridiculous Pool B-Day Jam.  Man, I just can’t get enough of myself.  I’m the best, ever.  I can only do like, three- maybe four different things in a pool, and this here is one of them (that should be good enough to go pro right? … … … … riiiiight).  Thanks PK for mobile studio lighting for this epic shot of myself.  Maybe I can go pro, I mean, I am pretty damn incredible.  Especially when it comes to near death experiences in backyards.  I’m going to go pro in that department; killing myself and breaking myself off on every run.  If you can’t already tell- PK takes pretty incredible shots that will blow your socks (or sockettes) off… see?  (ps- thats my pocket wizard firing that bitch of a flash off in the background- BOOYA!)  Damn I rule- I love me.

(sorry for the sarcasm- I’m trying to find new/old content that hasn’t been posted in one of my previous 480 posts, and am obviously having a hard time with doing that at the moment…hence me posting a picture of myself on my own blog.)

Seems that everyone hates the Stopniks (and for no valid reason..)- good, they hate you too.  Hey!  All three of us have something in common!!!- We’re all hated for doing super fun things all day long, by crusty bums that sit behind a desk and have regular day jobs!!!  Here are some super gay homosexualized shots of the guys who make skinny jeans look sexy, and the boys that make you get less sleep at night (for some awkward reason..)-  Yesssssssssssss.  MATTY WANT FOOTY :’(

Hardcore changed my life forever. I will be a hardcore kid at heart until the day that I die. I’m almost sure this is where 99.9% of my passion and intensity spawned from. Read Terror, Carry On, Bane, or Modern Life is War lyrics sometime, and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about. Aaron Bedard and Bane are thee most true at heart, thee most passionate, and thee most sincere hardcore band to exist. PLEASE take a minute to allow yourself to see the love and joy this man and his band bring to kids all over the world, how it’s changed their lives forever, how it’s pulled them out of the roughest times of their lives, how it’s gotten them through their parents deaths, diseases, and infidelities- kids just like me, by watching the video below. I was honestly in tears, with a huge smile on my face throughout the whole video. This is real life. Hardcore is, and always will be for the true at heart.

Bane gets you through the hard times. Bane picks you back up. Bane loves you.

*I’ll be posting up some new work soon, as I’ve been busy trying to make rent this month- so photo ops have been minimal when real life calls.  I’m stopping by the Stopnik Mancave this afternoon to shoot the Cycle Zombies assembling some new rides.  Looking forward to working with Rambo & Turk, as I’ve been fiending to shoot these guys for quite sometime now- very tickled.

But until then, i’ll leave you with a photograph Ross McBride snail-mailed me sometime in 2001, of Jeff Hubbard at Teahupoo.

***EDIT_____________________________________________________________________
Ross mailed Jonah too.  (He actually wanted us on the No Friends team, but Jonah and I were too busy at creek 12 days in a row…Inverting, A.R.S.’ing, D.K.’ing, and just flat out owning the world via bodyboarding.  We were just too good, thats all.)

Ok, so to start- yeah, ixnay on the wedge dude.  i dont really feel like dying this week, again; my trip to the ER was close enough.

During my time in Santa Barbara, i had the privilege and honor of meeting a life-long friend by the name of Jessie Brian.  It all began with a Dibblee abode ad on craigslist for a room for rent- and then turned into two-year epicgnar of a time.  If you E V E R need any web assistance, do not ever hesitate to contact this mastermind- dude has saved my site, my ass, and my life like 300+ times, plus- he shot this for me in the middle of nowhere and emailed it to me…i KNEW there was a sign somewhere.

and of course, feeling the need to share some more truth via Scott Vogel & friends…

No one hears what – what you say
No one is there – there for you
But I’ve got music and I’ve got friends
Both always by my side
Convictions instilled in me
This is what keeps me alive
You don’t know me
Don’t know any of us
Don’t know what this means
Keep your mouth shut

Try and try – to tear me down
Run and run – run your mouth
But it’s you who’s lost
In social ills, lust and greeds
This is for the outcasts that never fit
This is all that we need

I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK OF ME
I don’t hear what you say
You never had it, you never will
Keep your mouth shut and worry about yourself.

I have been beyond MIA as of lately, and for this i apologize.  I was in the ER until 2a this morning, due to my chronic vomiting syndrome.  Still quite a bit delirious and out of it, but hey- it’s life.  Anyway, glad to be back- and glad to share a couple of ridiculously absurd (yet technically amazing) portraits of me out in our backyard..

“Test me- test me, Why don’t You arrest Me?” – Jerry.

‘HOW MANY OF YOU ARE GOING TO LAST?! HOW MANY OF YOU WILL BE HERE?!‘ – VOGELISM#1242

Here is me with the latest installment of the new home.  Now i no longer have to hull the shit out of malibu to eat that possum.