white people havin fun

somehow i got these wounds eating delicious gazpatcho and drinking a bottle of wine the size of my leg.  eventually i'm just going to get a pair of glass legs filled with beer:

the benefits are twofold.  1.) i will never have to grab another can from the fridge.  2.) glass doesn't bruise.

-the wolf

a cornucopia of pain

possible bocce ball wound?

a scar i like to call "ol ironsides"

vintage dress metal zipper: 1, the wolf: 0

dances with wolves

 Someone dared to step on my blue suede shoes at Storm the Bastille dance night.  Also pictured: gnarly summer flats tan.

the wolf has a tame friday night yet still is left scathed

mystery wounds multiplied overnight!  how?  science may never know. 

the wolf has a rough thursday night

note for future reference: if you play a drinking game to "roxanne" by the police (in which, you can probably guess, you drink every time you hear the name roxanne), you are going to wake up wearing a dead man's bolo tie and sporting a lot of mystery wounds.

Animals are not meant to wear shoes.

The Wildcat's pain.

Scrapes and Cigarette Burns.