Rock!

It happened.

Eleven years later, Kung Fu Grip returned to the scene of the crimes (of which there were many) and ripped it up.

We rocked. We sucked. We were loud. Every band we played with was better than us, but we still felt like kings.

I saw people who were KIDS when I last saw them, now grown up, and playing in their own bands. They said we were the shit. I admit, that felt gooooood.

There were no kids, no wife, and no money. For a week, I lived off Lone Star Beer and V8s. Check out the pint of whisky in my back pocket.

There's not a lot I can write about it, except I love Brent, Tom and Pete like brothers, and I never even realized it. There's something to be said about music, punk rock, friends, alcohol and freedom, but I'll be damned if I know what it is.

I'll regret a lot of things on my deathbed, I'm sure. This ain't one of 'em.

O Superman

O superman. o judge. o mom and dad. mom and dad. o superman. o judge. o mom and dad. mom and dad. hi. Im not home right now. but if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound
E tone. hello? this is your mother. are you there? are you coming home? hello? is anybody home? well, you dont know me, but I know you. and Ive got a message to give to you. here come the plan
O you better get ready. ready to go. you can come as you are, but pay as you go. pay as you go. and I said: ok. who is this really? and the voice said: this is the hand, the hand that takes. thi
The hand, the hand that takes. this is the hand, the hand that takes. here come the planes. theyre american planes. made in america. smoking or non-smoking? and the voice said: neither snow nor
Nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. cause when love is gone, theres always justice. and when justive is gone, theres always forc
D when force is gone, theres
Always mom. hi mom! so hold me, mom, in your long arms. so hold me, mom, in your long arms. in your automatic arms. your electronic arms. in your arms. so hold me, mom, in your long arms. your
Chemical arms. your military arms. in your electronic arms.

Brent & Pete, Art Studio, Beaumont, TX 4/19/08

Brent & Pete, Art Studio

Cousin Phelpy

Scrabble Robot

Bathroom, Vortex, Beaumont

Tommy, Port Neches, TX

KFG, 2008. (I'm hiding)

Drinkin' at Lola's, Houston

Lone Star Beer Diet, lost 15 pounds!

Brent, trying to remember his own lyrics...

No country for old men...

...totally country for snakes, though

El Rio Grande

San Antonio

Whistle Stop Art Studio, Santa Barbara

You can see it from the station. Cool building. Reminds me of where I'm going...

Micro packer

11-day trip, and this is all I carry. I'm pretty fuckin' proud of myself. Includes 3 sets of clothes, laptop, various pills, towel, food, vitamins, water bottle 3/4 full of Seagrams, and first season of Starsky & Hutch. I am sooo hyphy I could pee myself.

View from a Window on a Train

Ahh

Congress Hotel, Tucson

Drinkin Red Stripe ... yeah, I know these pictures are totally out of order...

Sittin' on the Embarcadero

Eastbound and down...