roomate dhumketu and i, down at the local batting cages. this comment pertains only to heads: notice the brilliant glint off of his, and how the abnormal shape of mine knocks the helmet sideways. |
i think i kicked open the bathroom door and snapped this one of my friend chris unsuspectingly; i guess we should be thankful it came out as seemly as it did  |
here's one of my stepsisters, marissa. she's a flirty, capricious, ghetto-bootied motormouth punk...but yeah, she's cool. |
my old roomate Paul, shown here resting after a spot of Bball. gah, i'm crossing my legs just looking at that sucker...his raw sex appeal just twists your knickers, doesn't it?  |
just me, giving the love to my board it so preciously deserves. i love you, sweetie, and i hope you're living it up there in thrasher heaven. lord knows i'll never see you again...i'm headed for programmer hell instead. but we had some good times, eh? |
my father, Hernando Bentoneuz Carloso Cambrino Come la Hierba, in his native nicaraguan garb. He is best known for his bloody guerilla tactics while he served as Juan Valdez's right hand man during the Java wars of the early 70's.  |
sigh, the random doorstep adoption theory i had running is pretty much shot to hell by this picture. point of interest: i had to tell them i had an inoperable brain tumor to get them to smile for this shot. |