Fashion Week Fun Fest. . .

Going back to NY next week for Fashion and Tennis! We're going to some runway shows and the US Open (hopefully). I still feel totally indifferent towards fashion shows. I like my friends when they bust it out, but the whole Bryant Park blowhard scene doesn't enthrall me like the gay my father really wanted. Last year, sitting across from Tyra was almost too much coz every time the model walked by, my eyes would follow her and then end up locked with Tyra. Too much eye contact with her seems unhealthy. She frightens me. All tall and shit. . .
When I was there last week, I didn't see the waste of money bullshit waterfalls Olafur Eliasson did. I just wanted to see them and then comment on how stupid the idea was. I love his work, don't get me wrong. It's just this certain piece I have a problem with.
I missed Mon Cousin Belge and for this, I'm sad.
Randy Walker's fat ass probably bounced a couple of bodies off stage. THE WAY SHE MOVE!

So far off. . .

Took another bike ride along the river and found this building. It's become a symbol of sorts, not a self hating representation of loss and desolation, a calming symbol.
The trail is quite amazing, dropping you into forests, past old railroad bridges, rolling through two blocks of ghetto, past a golf course and into Shawnee Park. With the exception of the ghetto part, the ride is so quiet and the whole adventure is beautiful.

Hurricane TANK

In a silly twist of events, I left the house last night. Going out in Louisville turns my insides around, it's a non-fabulon of scared fags sans the ability to talk about anything beyond TV.
Then, last night, who do I see trolling the bar? Fucking Tank and Roman. If you don't know who these people are, you're lucky. They're benign, but also a monster in their own right. All those years going to the Eagle and seeing the damage they've done holding court on the patio! They should be in a gay zoo. Not a zoo gays go to, a zoo people go to so they can witness shameless gay realities. Oh, and we know Roman would be throwing shit on people.
I like Tank and Roman, but they live two blocks from me. That is a little close for a SOMA haunting of this magnitude. As a couple, they are a force to endure from a distance. A distance much further away than two blocks.

Kentucky State Fair

This was the most amazing cock I've ever seen. . . When he'd scream, all that hair would shake around all Mick Jagger-y. The Fair is pretty amazing, I'm going back. They have the most ridiculous competitions. The blue ribbon for cross stitching on a sweatshirt went to this lady who made an image of a retarded dog. The blue ribbon for the Gourd competition went to someone who made a gourd look like a whale. There wasn't enough weed in the world for that shit.

Happy Fork, Sad Spoon

Jason came to visit last weekend. This sums up our time together. . .
It was a lot of fun. I suggest more people come here. Just look at the laughs!

I'm third from the left.

Where the jobs at? This is tedious. I'm used to it being easier.

Be a doll. . .

. . . and get your mom a glass of water.

Dead Eye's favorite breakfast on-the-go!

I just spent a week here with my family. It's the amazing Bitteroot Valley outside Missoula, MT. I did all the stuff my family likes; fish, golf, shoot guns, ride ATVs. . .
All in all it was a good time. We ate and drank a lot!!! Also, in the morning we had GRABBIES! My mom makes these, they're total white trashy, but undeniably delicious. I haven't had a decent #2 in days!

Grabbies
ingredients:

1lb sausage
1T. crushed garlic
crushed red pepper to taste
Directions:

mix togerther add two jars old english cheesespread and pile on top of english muffins. wrap and put in freezer when ready to eat stick in microwave or toaster oven until hot. you can use hot sausage and leave out red pepper