Me and my friend Alycia (I'm don't have dyed hair)
I don't think she knew she was being photographed.
Alycia and Pat, her boy
Me and John, the only sober on at the party, he was coo,l too.
OK, here's where it gets fun.....
This guy, Jonny... He had this huge mohawk, which was nice, but the second I met him I hated him. You ever get a sense about someone that you can't shake? That's what I got from him. I mean, I was drunkish, but I hated him with a passion, and I hadn't even had two words with him. Everyone else at the party was cool, but he didn't 'belong. He's this little 19 yr old "punk" in a band that thought he was hot shit.
He fell asleep with his boots on. That's a no-no. So we started writing on him. I was going to cut his mohawk, but a bandmate, Zack stopped me, which led to a deep drunk conversation about how Jonny had issues... and in the end I learned, he really WAS an asshole and everyone hated him. So I felt better about my judgement after that.
Turns out someone brought a bag of duckheads from the restaraunt they worked at. Why? I have no idea. But one went to good use...
It was a great party. I felt like justice was done.
Here's a random one of me when we were returning copper to a scrap yard.
