Train Station

Burned out train station in Gary Indiana, November 7, 2006 Harold: Gary, Indiana! What a wonderful name, Named for Elbert Gary of judiciary fame. Gary, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say, Trips along softly on the tongue this way– Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Let me say it once again. Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, That’s the town that “knew me when.” If you’d like to have a logical explanation How... Read More

Infection

I feel like I have an infection, but its in my brain. “Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is going on?” The questions eat through several layers of meaning as I walk into another appropriated palace in ruins.  Another one of Saddam’s tributes to himself, a glass and marble mirrored erection protruding out of a barren landscape, now used to plan and execute the dismantling of all his tyrannical works.  Sadly the new occupants are just as oppressed... Read More

Subway

Deep within the steaming underground – beneath Los Angeles in August 2006 Down between the walls of shadow Where the iron laws insist, The hunger voices mock. The worn wayfaring men With the hunched and humble shoulders, Throw their laughter into toil. Subway – Carl Sandburg #gallery-2 { margin: auto; } #gallery-2 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-2... Read More

Coal Miner’s Daughter

Philipi, West Virginia, February and March 2006 I was a coal miner’s daughter, I lived in an old coal mining town. When I’d wake up in the morning and hear the whistle blow, my daddy would grab his dinner can and off to work he’d go. He’d work hard all day and it weren’t no fun. When he’d call for two dollars at the script office they wouldn’t give him but one. I would say “oh Lord looks down on... Read More

Regurgitatro

Its August. I turn 30 this month. I go back to Iraq this month. These are strange times for me. Like fever dreams they seem wild and incalculable. Strange new artifacts claim significance while old familiar ones dissolve away. A cough, a well pronounced word in an empty room, dust rising from an old telephone as I slam the receiver home. Strange times. I wander the internet and the television wastelands to no avail. I purchase vice and bloat with... Read More

Overpass

So I guess you can’t even go 2 or 3 weeks around here without someone complaining about something. Aside from all the bullshit of getting my taxes figured out and getting a mortgage set up and talking to realtors and buying a god-damned condo I am not given any slack even on the maintenance of this site. Let me quote: “” Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2005 11:54:04 -0800 From: classified To: admin@slavenation.com Cc: Subject: Get... Read More

Homecoming Malfunction

Noah and I arrived back in the good old USA on the 17th of January but little did we know that we carried with us more baggage than just our carry-ons. So we were stuck. Stuck in a shit place with shit people. Stuck risking our lives for money and bullshit. I don’t know how to get into all the little details about our last few days in the shit country of Iraq but I will paint the picture in broad strokes. We had done just about everything we... Read More

Low Desert II

Iraq and Kuwait from September 2004 through January 2005 “We made them drink poison last night and Saddam Hussein’s soldiers and his great forces gave the Americans a lesson which will not be forgotten by history. Truly.” - Iraqi Information Minister #gallery-5 { margin: auto; } #gallery-5 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 33%; } #gallery-5 img { border:... Read More

Creep Doggin’

Days to go: 9 (SINGLE DIGITS MUTHAFUKKA!!!) Noah “Dude, they’re adding days!” Me, having no idea what he is talking about “What? What days?” Noah “Days until we get out of here.” Me, thinking someone extended our contract somehow secretly “Who’s adding days?” Noah “You know, ‘them’!” Me, finally realizing what the fuck he was talking about “Bastards! Why the... Read More

Dead Santa

I really wish it wasn’t Christmas Eve today. Everybody wanted to be anywhere but here and we had to work. The weather was shitty all day long until it finally broke out into rain around 2300 (that’s 1100 pm in the business). I took a few pictures of just some random shit. I kind of was trying to express my mood in the photographs but I don’t know if they came out that way. After we did our mission shit we all kinda hung out around... Read More