cybermom lives. we had created a monster.

an invitation to gen-estro...

...ick.

men name their clubs after big, hairy animals who grow horns and grunt.

tyrannosaurus nexus, the intersection of anger and appetite.

taxidermy is interesting.

"thems is pretty good. my daddy does 'em."

harrumph!

i'm into local culture. take flea markets.

big foil-wrapped burrito from high health standards corner snack wagon.

...and i had sort of forgotten which t-shirt i was wearing that day.

we were surrounded...by jesus.

i got my first kiss from a trumpet-playing nerd with a deviated septum...

...whose mouth had formed a wet vacuum seal around my mouth.

we end up at a suburban hotel.

"you sure are tall. heghhh, heghhh"

and now this couple is beating the living crap out of each other.

he spent last night marinating in a bowl of aftershave.

i can't do anything...to look...pretty!

as the lady assumed uncomfortable positions for an hour.

yay for her?

it takes too much to amaze us these days.

and after the show we all got together.

not a lot of solid food on that table there. hm.

more bottles.

nathan, my director.

stephanie and chris, who took the photos. thanks bunches!.