This is, The Show is the Rainbow sporting some awfully fake blood.
He was one of about five acts that opened up for Glass Candy. Glass Candy's lead singer is one of the sexiest people alive and I regret not putting a photo of her up, lest I ruin your erotic imago with shoddy photography. Oh well, here goes:
It is absolutely not my fault that the girl eminates light like a gothic cathedral. Although it does facilitate seeing Calan, whose birthday was that day, Adam and Brian, located in the upper left hand side of the shot. Oh and there's Buddy of Ultraboys with the glasses on.
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I really don't have many hobbies. Hobbies become much more like obsessions to me. One hobby I do have is dumpster diving. I don't do it often - less then once every other week, but the obsessive comsumerism of this country and its molted coat of less than shiny-and-new material items just lying about is much too tantalizing to pass over.
Perhaps it's from my childhood memories of walking up and down endless beaches with my family, searching for seashells... or my childhood memories of walking up and down endless streets with my family, picking through trash - I dunno, but I like to find things that are not supposed to be found and take advantage of that.
Today I found a free pair of Doc Martens. The dumpster was about 200 feet from my apartment. I looked in, and there at least 5 pairs of shoes - not one in bad condition. I thought that maybe the entire dumpster was filled with one guys' possessions... a bad breakup perhaps? An angry girlfriend? I tried on the shoes. Perfect.
A man in his fifties comes to the dumpster and disposes the contents of a small garbage receptical. I offered him my salutations.
"Those shoes are in there for a reason, you know.", he cautioned.
"Oh, why?", wondering what exactly this reason could be. Were the shoes the last victim of a ill-mannered dog, unable to wait for the master to take him for a walk? Did this guy have fleas so bad as to make the throwing away of his shoes necessary? (I wouldn't put it over this guy)
"They make my feet hurt", is all he said. I guess that's good enough reason for him and quite safe enough for me to try them out. Anyone who has the hobby obsession of running knows that feet come in a very odd jumble of shapes and sizes.
