I wish I still had my old Metropass id card. They aren’t required anymore, which is good.
I look toughballs. I found an old cd with pictures on it, so I am going through them and seeing what’s what. Lots of good old stuff, indeed!
Taken on our trip to Vegas, early 2001. I didn’t shoot any guns, the testosterone in the store was a little overwhelming…
Snowmen Shannon and I made. I like that their arms are old fireworks, presumably from the New Year’s party that year. The old lady that lived near him knocked them over the minute we went inside.
You look like you’re ready to fight someone in your Metropass.
Young, defensive and somehow a little walleyed. Huh.
How can you not be flexin in front of the “gun” store? Sheesh.
Why the quotations, Chris? It was a gun store, for real, it had guns, ammo, shirts with guns on them and books about guns. It also had bows and arrows. There were giant sized men behind the counters with angry eyebrows and Zuba type pants.
I couldn’t flex. I was too scared.
“Guns” is a euphamism for muscular arms.
Are Zuba pants those poofy clown costume looking things like the karate instructor in Napoleon Dynamite wore?
You should know, you wear them to the grocery store.