Oh Blog, mein erstwhile fiddler.

Well I've had an incredibly wild weekend, but not the spirit to write or put anything new on dis 'ere page untill midweek, what a fuckin' character I am. As with every year for the past Three(3) there was the Prescott's Halloween Shindanger, which as always wasn't actually on Halloween. I decided to go as Hunter S Thompson, and true to character a plethora of drugs were mixed with that night resulting in some delicious hallucinations in the wee hours of the morning. Suffice to say my brain was some kind of egg, being fried and scrambled.


Here's some various images from the night, due to my grose lack of social skills, or any form of skill whatsoever that evening the photodocumentation isn't what it could've been, but fuck it, fucking fuck foot.