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The other day i let my impulses get the better of me. I do this from time to time without any concern for anyone else. And maybe it’s because my feelings of neglect or the fact that no one seems to give a shit, but a few people out there were really hurt by what i did. My girlfriend does so much for me and i deserve none of it and all of it. But she deserves far more than i can give her. I want her to be happy and if that means i need to man up and stop being such a fucking drunk child then i guess thats what i got to do. If any of my friends are reading this I’m sorry i freaked you all out by going missing. And Alyssa, I love you and i’m sorry and i hope this all helps. I admit my mistakes and my never-ending faults but i also admit my un-relenting love for you and all that you are. Come home soon.

tfisher88:

Behind the scenes of Evil Dead II (1987).

sideactionchicago:

I love rehearsal

My guitarist is a fucking beast

bewarethebibliophilia:

The Wrens circa 1997, ineptly exposed, developed, and printed by me. That dust was not actually on Kevin, just on my film. 
One of those great all-ages shows back in the day, where you could stand about four feet from the band…

poison303:

promo foto, ca. 1982-83

My bands playing saturday night. If your in chicago come out!

snakepoem:

Liz Harris

My dads still in the hospital so I’m in the burb’s listening to Retsin and reading comics waiting for the Mexico vs. Brazil game.

seriesofvibrations:

Swans

Ride - Bristol Poly, Feb 1990