cha cha lounge with the black outs. 



     

this was before hand.  chich is wearing kevin as an accessory.


 

frankie knows more about sports than anyone.  fact.
if i ever inherit say, tbs or tnt  im gonna make her and charles barkley commentate sporting events 24/hours a day.   i would make zillions.
  she also took most of these chacha flicks

  
socially inept me relearning how to "dj" at a foreign venue.  i think my go to's were bone thugs, green onions, and richie spice.


   


  

big guns

 

these dudes dj using the train wreck technique. something ninjas with awesome pioneered back in the uncle mings days. no rules, just pod warfare. the blackouts.

  

  

emily and her peoples.

  


   
  

    

mummy and camillio estevez

     

a few days after this dimitry would introduce me to the supertroopers/beerfest mastermind.  

      

later at emily and summers house. chicks moshing. 

      
im stoked my two homies are friends now.

         

next kevin and i went back to his crib and decided to exicute braincells while also achieving total mind expansion.   odell was in his room i think mostly mind imploding while we mind expanded.
apparently this statue is me.  when ever kevin refers to it he calls it manute. its flattering.  he pretty much just posts up and grabs his nuts.

if i remember correctly our expansion soundtrack consisted mostly of  hawkwind, funkadelic's maggot brain, sam gopal, and maybe orag-utang.

                           

expandatory ghosts of giraffes and humans.

 

expandatures number two and three.



  

manute posted up at 525.


        

       

da blinds.