One of those times that just happened to get captured. I broke up with my first love that day, a year and a half. I made that night fun.
Special reconnaissance on the Frenchville Militia compound. Frenchville PA, July 2013.
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.