In times of chaos

I crumble and die. True story. I wish I could have wisened up a little tonight and taken in-the-making shots of the eighty six killers photo shoot thing that went down in Courtney's lounge room, but instead I just sat in the corner clinging to Owen for some well needed comfort. (Oh by the way, mum it was a legit photo shoot. No crack at all. I can see why you may have had your suspicions.. But for reals. No crack.)

Anyway, let me paint you a mental picture, because I fail at the digital ones:
16 people, all semi naked
Props galore, masks a plenty
Body paint all over the joint (house joint not drug joint)
924 shots by a very impressive photographer
Stinky Owen for a real long time, cutie none the less
Heaps of pizza. Really, really cheezy pizza.

It was a rad night, even if I was just praying for life around a bunch of half naked cool kids.

Damn, didn't even take one single photo to stick up here. For all y'alls know, I could be totally making this whole thing up. Yeah I've been sittin in my room all fucking night.





Apologies, I'm pretty sure one thing was on crack, and that was Elsie's dog.
What the fuck man, what the fuck.