HI

 i wanted to initiate some sort of online diarything/ writing ritual again, without the impermanence and pressures of being on social media. why not try this place again? this post is a first and is surely lacking content, but i must start somewhere to establish a creaky foundation once more.

a few weeks ago i was looking through my letter pile from middle/high school. these were all in a shoebox at my mom's house for the last 2 decades and some of it is incredible. some of it is horrifying. the horrifying things including teenage nonsense and a letter from Ben fucking Weasel telling me i was stupid more or less. i was 13 when i wrote to him, i don't regret it (or maybe i do? his reply is awful, but hilarious). i don't know, this must've been from 1993 or 1994 at the latest. 

more importantly i found a small pile of film negatives that i haven't seen in at least 20 years. some of these photos i don't know if i saw at all (beyond my immediate dismissal of them and throwing away of bad ones). humbling experience! incredible and terrible photos.

at holly's house, sue (i think) is beneath me evidenced only by a foot

    

 

 

 

 aside from the first one these were taken in my room in 1995. the dudes in the bottom image are seth and a guy named eric (iirc), who i only met a few times (iirc). this is what weirdo teens were doing in port saint lucie florida in the 90s, before murder parties became the norm. 

i thought these goofy ass pictures would be a good place to start blogging again.