Dead Man's pix

Me chilling in my bedroom, all long-haired, goateed, happy and oblivious to what I was about to go through. See that name tag taped to the top of the headboard underneath the CD player? It's a Shop n Save tag, my first job that sucked ass, as all first jobs do. I Wite-Out'd the original name and wrote "Batman" just to fuck with people.

You have just witnessed the Dead Man Salute Version 1.0. If you have received this salute, then put down the camera and back away slowly. Do not show your back; the Dead Man interprets that as a challenge and will more often than not fling a crowbar into the fifth vertebrae of your spine, should you give him cause.

Mortainius himself; the god of death, the Big Dead Freekshow, the lunatic bipolar two-time NEXW Cruiserweight champion, two-time NEXW Tag Team champion (w/ American Psycho) and all-around best wrestler you've never heard of.

(To NEXW fans...once again, any photos of me in action would be greatly appreciated)

This is it, boys and girls...the first sign of the apocalypse. Not only am I wearing white ferchrissakes, but I've gone Spider-Man on the Navy's ass. You can see the forearm tats pretty well in this one. This was taken during a photojournalism exercise outside in front of the Defense Information School at Fort George G. Meade, MD. I hated photojournalism. If I wanted to take pictures, I would have gone for the photographer's job, not the journalist's job. Oh, and it doesn't help that I just plain suck at taking pictures. The pain ended on the 21st of July. Yay! My celebration entailed flopping on the couch in the forward TV lounge and watching WWE RAW that night. Boo photojournalism! Yay wrestling!

Me fooling around on an extremely warm Saturday afternoon, out playing with my new camera in the Lynnhaven Mall courtyard, with April behind the LCD screen. This was shortly before she dragged me to Scooby-Doo 2, and I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed myself. It's been said Matthew Lillard made a perfect Shaggy, and I agree fully. The movie made a point to focus on the two most interesting characters, Shaggy and the CGI Scooby, and that's why it worked, IMO. I'm not a big fan of the cartoon, but I still had a good time. First SLC Punk and now Scooby-Doo 2...my girl's got a decent track record for good flicks.

Ladies and gentlepeople, I present for your consideration, the DeathRide 3. The original Deathride met its fate at the hands of an 18-wheeler, the DeathRide2 is in the care and (soon legal) possession of my brotha-man Reno, so, logically speaking, the DeathRide 3 would be the next step in the chain. A 2001 Pontiac Grand Am decked out with the Hatchetman and both the World Heavyweight Championship and WWE Championship belts, it ferries me to work, VA Beach, and anywhere else I need to be. I do have a license plate; I just erased it from the picture because the voices in my head told me to, and they've been right about a lot of things.

Never did I think I could meet other VA Juggalos at a Chinese buffet. But, lo and behold, April and I are at a Chinese buffet for lunch, and these three Juggalos walk up and say whadup. "Short Bus", the bandanna'd ninja to my right in the pic, invites us over to watch WWE Backlash. They showed some love by inviting us into their home, so I showed some love by buying the pizza and beers. Short Bus' lady and friend's names escape me at the moment (sorry y'all! I'll fix it!), but they were cool shit too. Only Juggalos, man. Only a Juggalo will do that for another Juggalo. That's the real power of the Dark Carnival...family.