frozen joy rides

We'd drive with the top down in my shitty vw cabrio when it was 15 degrees Fahrenheit outside. photo by Grant MacDonald

squatting on main street

We always had to pull over to go to the bathroom on our long drives home. Sometimes we couldn't hold it and usually peed on busy main streets.
photo by Joe Shlabotnik

plastic passion...

We once smoked pot using a chapstick tube and some aluminum foil. The last few drags tasted like burnt hair and cherry. After bad lyrics were written and a wicker chair was broken, we giggled passed parents and watched The Cure in Orange while dancing like Robert Smith in the basement.

photo by Brian Gaid