fuck bobby

I finally went out and did something, so now I've got something to blog about. James and I went to the opening night of Mike Shinoda's Glorious Excess (Dies).

I don't have a personal grudge against Bobby really, but James and I were pretty sure he was inside sitting under the AC while we were standing in line outside in Little Tokyo at 6pm. It was still hot.



She's not asian.




We were pretty sure that's a spare shirt hanging from his bag-- the exact same shirt he's wearing.



I like these kinds of shots in black&white.







I had the Rabbit, Veal, and Pork sausage. James had the Mango Jalapeno.


The fires can be seen from the 110 freeway. (photo by James)


It's a skull if you couldn't tell.


My own deck I made next to the deck I just bought. While we were waiting in line, we came up with some ideas for my next deck.