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gratuitous shirtless summer picture of yourself
… when shirtless and summer were redundant
(cousin, cousin, cousin, little brother, mumblelard)
this doorway is no longer a safe place to hang joycam polaroid photographs
This is a still from a documentary which may air at some point on FUEL TV.
Monkey
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jacksonville church clothes
mumblelard, girl cousin, little brother
punk’s not dead
floyd risks death in the jaws of the leucistic alligator
Often confused with the far less terrifying albino alligator which can also be found in Silver Springs, Florida.
Every polaroid we took of this psychically powerful beast turned out like this.
Would you like a bag for your nose?
Words that will be burned into my memory until I die. He called himself ‘Triceratops’. A few weeks later, I had to go back to make sure he was real, but only after the trauma had dissipated and my relationship with reality was back on firm ground.
You do not want to wander into this man’s lair unprepared, because, at a whim, he can destroy you.
fallie will melt your camera with her mind
The process of ripping* the photos out of the polaroid joycam with that little ripcord would sometimes produce effects like this, but obviously a camera hating subject with telekinetic powers did not help matters.
She was such a little runt but it was obvious if you messed with her too much she would kick your ass.
*I loved yanking on that serrated ripcord like I was about to launch one of those toy cars. The joycam was aptly named.
dark-sky zealots
The teamsters were on strike and the roads were almost totally empty during the overnight drive from New York back to Ohio. The most expensive part of the trip had been the constant supply of AA batteries to feed the portable cd player in the stereo-less car. Some stretches of road were completely empty of traffic and turning off the headlights would drop us into total darkness. Leaving the headlights off was like falling without know how far away the ground was. He had only seen darkness like that in caves. In the middle of the game, another car got on the highway. A barrage of the dead AA batteries was all we needed to force the bright intruder off the highway at the next exit. The game went on until the city lights ended it for good.
Hamilton
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Ned
Ned will tell you how he sees it. It will not be like anyone else sees it, but it will be interesting. He used to ride a unicycle to school. He is a painter.
He has always looked slight but he is one of the strongest people I know. Once, we were climbing an old rope ladder to the roof of a derelict building. The rope ladder started from the top of a second story fire escape and went up about 15 feet to a parapet roof. It snapped when he was almost at the top. On his way back down, he reached out and grabbed the railing of the fire escape with his hands like some kind of acrobat and it jerked so hard I thought he was going to pull it and me off of the side of the building. We climbed down the fire escape and went back inside the building to have a beer or ten. I was living there at the time. I am not sure how the people who were already on the roof got down.
He moved out of state and later he had some kind of break. He was in a mental hospital for a month or so before a mutual friend’s mom discovered him there by chance. He was diagnosed with Grave’s disease and they removed his thyroid and he came back.
He is living with his wife beside a lake in Maine now. He makes snowmen that put Calvin to shame. He has a beautiful daughter. He spends his days taking care of her and painting.
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Heather
The stunning redhead is Heather. I first met her when I was still living at the Taj Mahal. She came to a party there and her friend flaked out and left her without a ride. Heather wound up crashing on the couch. When she woke up she realized somebody had stolen her purse while she was asleep. There were a lot of people there that night, but we pretty much knew who had stolen it. Nobody said anything though because the guy was gone and talking about it wasn’t going to un-steal it. Leigh was there and she was mortified. It was an uncomfortable moment as Heather realized that she had spent the night in the company of at least one thief. I gave her a ride to work and that was the last time I saw her for a couple of years. She had prudently decided to hang out with a better crowd.
Later, she married Floyd’s brother and she is my sister-in-law now. She was very gracious and never mentioned the first time we met until I brought it up.
She has a daughter and a son. She is a kind and gentle but fiercely protective mother. I will see her in a few months when we go camping with a bunch of friends and family. I will watch my niece and nephew whispering with my daughters and I will try to overhear their secrets when we walk through the woods and abandoned houses to watch the fireflies.
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Leigh rescued Obsidian from some people who thought it was funny to dose the cats they had with them on tour. She was the smartest cat I have ever had. I miss her. My daughter’s cry over her picture sometimes, even though she died before they were born and they never actually met her.
Obsidian
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Jasper
Jasper is wearing his Screaming Trees tshirt while holding a mason jar of berry blue kool aid and what was probably Popov vodka. He was a cool kid, soft spoken but hilarious once he got going.
Key elements to a successful kool aid party were:
- No air conditioning.
- Multiple pitchers of free drinks readily available at all times.
- It is fun to drink blue stuff.
- The first few pitchers were pretty weak but each subsequent pitcher got stronger as judgement and good sense grew weaker.
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Miller
This one is hard. Miller was my best friend but we haven’t spoken for more than seven years now. For reasons that are mostly my fault, his wife didn’t really like having me around. That was hard on him, and I did things that didn’t make it any easier. He was in Detroit for a while and I heard little bits of news about him from mutual friends. He has a son now. I can’t believe he has a son I have never met. He fell in love with another woman and moved in with her. Things didn’t work out and he went back home. I don’t know what really happened. Now, no one knows how to find him. I have completely lost him.
Anyway, one of my favorite things, Miller used to come over to my place on Sunday mornings. We would drink coffee, eat some eggs and fried potatoes (lots of potatoes, potatoes are cheap), and read the paper. Floyd would yell at us for waking her up on her day off, but she was just kidding. After a while, we would fill up an empty snapple bottle with bourbon and Miller and I would take a walk. The walks had no planned destination or duration. Mostly we just wandered around taking in the sights and talking for 5 or 6 hours. Sometimes we would stop into a bar and drink a beer and eat a grilled cheese. We snuck into abandoned warehouses and factories and found all kinds of cool stuff. We also wound up talking to lots of random people. I was not good at that, but it happened to Miller all of the time. He was a kind man and you could see it in his face, and people would just talk to him.
One walk found us in a stranger’s kitchen drinking beer and buying a gun and a cigarette pack with a handful of shells in it. I don’t remember how the offer was made, we weren’t looking for one, but once it happened, the logic of those walks demanded that we follow through. We only had ten dollars between the two of us, but that was enough, so we wound up sharing a ten dollar gun. Despite what Chekhov says about guns, nothing ever happened with that one so I should have probably left it out. Miller wound up with it though, so I guess I don’t really know.
I wish I could find him. I would love to meet his son. I want him to tell me that things happened the way I remember. I hope he is ok.
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Esther
I don’t know who this girl really was. I wish I could remember something about her. She looks like she is having fun. I hope I behaved decently toward her.
The framed picture in the background was found in an alley or abandoned house or it may have been pulled out of a dumpster.
The picture uses lenticular imaging to put the figure and the background at different depths creating a 3D effect. The clouds in the background were crudely animated if you moved your eyes parallel to the picture. There is also something off about the perspective of the picture. There should be more foreshortening of the figure, but the distortion contributes an effect of otherworldliness. The picture was originally included in a polaroid unintentionally but the camera flash created a visually interesting effect that made multiple facets of the cloud animation visible in a way that was not apparent looking at it with the naked eye.
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