Monday, August 07, 2006

Barefoot Crab Shack

went to a crab fest yesterday...little styrofoam bowls with spider legs coming out of them...for some reason the music was not very condusive to a shell fish festival...alot of bangin on stuff and pulling pockets inside out...i heard one band was interrupted mid-song to announce the raffle winners...walked by my first apartment in nyc...didn't miss it one bit...eric told me a story about jimmy pages' all black room at swan song records where he preformed magic and drank blood or some, how bored do you have to be?...this is another self portrait...this ran in a magazine once.

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