A Night at the Roxxy.

I used to hang out with these hardcore kids.
Everyone in "the scene" went to Shampoo every Wednesday for 80s night.
There was this guy "Black Ray" who I used to talk to sometimes.
There was this drama with him, me, and my ex, Mike. (Mike Brown)
But anyway, I hadn't talked to him or seen him in years, and one day maybe a month ago, he friended me on myspace.
As it turns out, he's like the manager or something of this club, The Roxxy in Philly.
My sister goes there with her friends.
Ray has all these pictures of him with all kinds of girls on his myspace, including this one:



Now, if you know you don't have the best stomach, why would you show it off so willingly like that?
My stomach's def not as nice as it once was, and I certainly wouldn't show it off in a pose such as the above.
Just another example of Philly trash.

Although, I guess if this girl goes there, it's understandable.

Don't Put it Out With Your Boots, Ted.

This is a mini tribute to all the crap found at my front door. I'm not even going to show what the tomato plant looks like now. It's completely taken over the steps.

I came home to this one day...along with a crapload of other weird trash in the front of the house. It's so embarrassing. I'm glad I don't have people over very often. At the same time, this is hilarious.


This was also by the trash can. Why would you throw that away?


This is Team Douchebag.


I came home from work the next day, and the doll was still there...except on top of these concrete chunks....kinda obscene. And again, weird.


Haha I was leaving my apartment and this magazine was on the step. It was addressed to my downstairs neighbor. I'll tell you one thing - he's no body-builder.


I just liked this cool car. I really like cars.


I had to get a picture of this lady's awesome cardi/cami combo. It's amazing.