cut the power to the main circuits!

i can't sleep. I can't turn my brain off. can't stop thinking.

i'll distract myself with a photo blog from the week of the 4th. For more-better decriptions of the goings on, see here and here.


Once the Doctor was in town, we stopped for food. damn i could go for some gyros.



We went to a junk yard that had hundreds of aisles just like this one. It was heaven on earth, except there were fewer sluts that i expected in heaven. There was however rap music piped in over a P.A. system. (tryin catch me ridin' dirty...)

(side note: the cops did indeed try to catch me riding dirty just two nights ago- some shit about illegal window tint and "what's that bat in the back seat for?")


No BBQ is cmplete without one of these: By the way, if you're an employee of an agency that has "bureau" or "firearms" in the title, i assure you, the item below is nothign more than a glorified sewage drain... with a combustion chamber. and spark plug. and ignition coil from a 78 fiat.



And here you can see the notorious and i, deep in teh bush, engaging the enemy at 10 meters and sporting our urban jigalo-camouflage. Load the potato!



Finally, the fiat is dead for a while. This is what we in the busness (or scott) would call a corner demolition, except it's happening at all 4 corners. be strong little soilder.