new friends/old friends

last night i kicked it in the place magic made magical. i could feel all the wisdom and fucking amazingness of one of time's all time greatest beings coursing through my body.

in addition to this i made two of the bestest buds a person could ever make. well maybe not made friends with, but spied on and took pictures of. pretty much the same fucking difference right? BFF #1 was a leathery ox of a man, sportin the best camo cargo pant/combat boot combo ive ever seen. i mean his obvious love for the eagles and lack of intelligence were bummers, but when you got that kinda style all can be familair. BFF #2, was the exact opposite of #1. #1 was all about the endless summer, while #2 was all about one thing, worshiping the night. he was like a character from Castlevania, only real and fucking bad ass. leather, iron crosses, and big boots all over the place. amazing. plain and simple.

thats all bitches signing out from here to eternity i remain the indomitable,

sergei the switchblade wielding tortoise

p.s. for those of you out there with any interest, Archibald was entered into a rehab facility yesterday. mr. samuelson (a fucking kick ass dood if there ever was one, if only archibald could be as cool) flew him out from his moms in chesapeake bay. gettin away from him mom will probably be a good thing. at least that what all of us here at bring back the hindenburg are hoping. good luck arch. even if you did fuck up the launch we still wish you the best