after nearly 4 years in residence at the princess mary, it was time to leave.
being the only two left at the time, the task of packing and "cleaning" that derelict shit pile of memories was left to graydon and me.

without this construction sized refuse bin, we would have gone bankrupt paying for gas to and from the dump.

"come on you pussy, throw it!"

zach came by to supervise.

i won't miss this.


the railings from my bedroom went to jamer's tattoo shop.

a bleak, miserable and totally perfect ending.


this was left laying around my computer with nowhere to go…cyrus filmed all the skating.