This is my dear Hayley. (AKA Sombreroed Septaninja) She is my dear friend, who I finally got to be part of SFØ.
This...this is a somewhat artsy shot of Hayley, in which she looks totally fucking high.
Well. This one is here for a reason. It's quite possibly the best portrait that I have ever taken (and thoroughly by accident)
A forth shot of Hayley (will these ever end???) Well, this one is also here for a reason. The coffee cup is placed on the table (the same one that I drunk from and found paradise in)
The coffee cup. It's new incarnation. His name's nom. we tattooed his name on his tongue. He suffered a terrible deformity from radiation exposure when he was small, which caused him to continue to have a tongue that will not retract. He named his tongue once, but forgot what he named it.
Bryce's. He cops to none of what Hayley thinks he look like, but does cop to it being badly drawn. EDIT: NO IT'S NOT A FUCKING MINI KILT! NOW BUGGER OFF! I JUST DIDN'T COLOR IN THE PANTS.