DAWGHOUSE.: Smoke Out...

... hand full of pics, in no particular order. Could have sequenced them, telling the story of my little adventure... but... if you were there, you already know how it went down.. and if you wern't there, then you're either too cool, talkin' 'bout "..man it was alright back in the day, but I dunno anymore..." OR.. You actually had an obligation, a priority that trumps any jackassery goin' down at the rock. In either case, you don't wanna hear details, 'cause you either don't care (too cool), or don't need to need ta be remined about something you actually wanted ta do and couldn't (those with a life)..

Go here..

..how it started.

.. this bike told me that your bike sucks.

"I'm deaf" Daves long bike..

Mini bikes.. or as she put it, "my rollin' vibrator"

.. my girl was diggin' this dudes Sporty Drag Bike, and he was gracious enough to let her get a pic on it.

Got drunk with these people, again.

Sean strokin' my girl... I know, she's a whore, but I still love her.

Somebody had ta be responsible, had ta take charge.. Brock kept us all under control, displaying wisdom beyond his years, he made sure we didn't walk around with a beer in our hand.. "'cause you can get way more fucked up with just a cup of Bourbon and Coke"