On Saturday October 23, 2009 I threw the first Cacoosing Music and Arts festival. Basically kids from the area came free of charge to a park i rented out and enjoyed live music, art displays, food, and good company. We went all day on that one. It was a great day. Some of my friends at the time threw other ones each year around the same time for 2 years after but only one was as good. We went all night on that one.
So much hiking was done in those 2008 days.
Halloween 2007. I was my idol, Bob Dylan. The Sumo next to me is Zak, last i heard of him he was living house to house addicted to meth and other drugs. The skater is Josh, he went nuts and tried to kill himself with drain cleaner because a girl who we both dated was cheating on him. His parents sent him to some church program in New York and we didn’t see him again until 2013, but there was nothing really to build on anymore as far as friendship goes. The unicorn is one of the best men I have ever met in my life. I am honored to call him my friend, intelligent, polite, and global minded, a true dying breed like myself. The paint ball mask was a kid with ashy skin that was along for the ride, he lived near Zak. On the far left is Matt, who was “Mac” from It’s Always Sunny. We were good friends up until August when I fell out with a lot of people. He got upset because I told him his girlfriend was no good. It was a simple as that, so many years of friendship gone over a broad that would end up fucking our, at the time, mutual friend Charles anyway. These pictures remind me of a Union of man that was rivaled by no other in the county. Such a tragic ending. The pain I feel for how things turned out cannot be measured.
2007 were good times for me. All my real memories were there.
Laid back. Frenchville PA, them mountains.
Up at Camp Kiss Frenchville PA. God I miss those trips. Nothing like a little flip cup. The old heads are the best.
My last HUZZAH before I left for boot… in Jersey… I hate Jersey… I can’t take my handgun. Anyway it was groovy, always great seeing friends from reenacting and getting proper drunk. That morning though…
1 1/2 ounces vodka
3/4 ounce Kahlua
3/4 ounce heavy cream
Directions: Shake well with cracked ice, then strain into a chilled Old-Fashioned glass (or build on the rocks and float the cream to make it look like the one in the picture lol)
Been dying for one for 3 months now. Need to get phase 2 so I can wear my Levis 501s and have a White Russian.
Scored sharpshooter with the M9 pistol. 10 points away from expert. Most SEAL candidates got sharpshooter. I wish I hadn’t rushed those last 4 rounds…
My collars are getting heavy… Put on E3.
I walked into my room a week after I got to my new Barracks from boot and found a new guy fresh from boot in his blues dropping off his shit. He looked up at me as I said congrats, and it turned out it was a guy from my DEP program back in Reading PA. I shared a going away cigarette with him and thought I’d never see him again. Now we’re roommates… small world, smaller NAVY.
East German punk taking the U-Bahn next to an Volkspolizei officer, East Berlin, East Germany (1986)
How I feel going into town…