So I was in NYC for 10 days before the DicE Mag Party and Brooklyn Invitational... during those 10 days I worked about 200 hours and slept about 8. Really.
By the time the party and show rolled around I had no voice, was shaking like a geriatric and was fending-off sleep-deprivation induced hallucinations. I was as fucking DONE as I have ever been in my life.
The last thing in the world I was interested in was picking up a camera, so I didn't take shit for pictures... sorry.
Below you'll find all the drunken snaps I managed during my last 2 days in NYC. If you want to see the bikes from the show, I'm sure someone, somewhere has 'em... but not here.
The one and only Rob Rouser and Jeff Wright. Rad to meet you, Jeff.
Jon Larsen is amongst my favorite humans. Guitarist for God's Revolver, amongst my favorite sounds.
Ran into Josh Kurpius on my way in. Tons of respect for this dude.
Leif McIllwaine, badass painter. Jon Larsen, badass in general. Justin Ladd, my unofficial little brother.
Beast... if it weren't for this guy driving across Brooklyn in his massive molester van to grab my ass, I wouldn't have made the show. I'd have slept instead. Thanks so much, Leif... what's one more night, yeah?
Kalvin Goddamn Lazarte... my other unofficial little brother.