I have so many stories to tell. I feel like life moves so fast and sometimes we forget to stop and put things into perspective. I always revert to 1993 for some reason. I was such a punk. Taking off with my best friend across the country with no real rhyme or reason to it. We just needed to get the fuck out of Indiana. If I would have photographed everything we went through maybe someone might believe it. We were clueless idiots, but not clueless enough to lose control. We were Liv Tyler and Alicia Silverstone in that Aerosmith video, literally.
I almost feel like that video was made because they followed us around and took notes, but they left out Vegas. You know, the Vegas before they tore down the Sands. It wasn’t a bad place to live, room service, huge swimming pool, free drinks and all for the bargain price of $15.00 a night. I gotta keep the cat in the bag though, so to speak. Ah, life before cell phones and the interwebs… and traveling without a map and no GPS and somehow arriving exactly where you were meant to arrive all by chance. Motel 6’s, guys with purple hair, ZZ Top at the gas station, a guy who played with Sid Vicious, getting stranded on an island, literally. So much to tell. And Boomtown! I cannot leave that out. Middle-America is a trip. And Amsterdam, being sung to by hari krishna’s after running from Dracula’s carriage… long story.
I’m tempted to take a hiatus from photography and tell my story… or a story under an alias so to protect the guilty and a few innocents… but mostly the guilty.