Text & Photos by Charles Nickles It’ll be a dry heat,” they said. “You’re from New York,” they said. “It’s gonna be fine.” Bullshit. Texas is fucking hot, man. And not just DUH, IT’S TEXAS! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT?! hot. Hot like balls are a bane and boobs
Photos & Text by Charles Nickles Life is weird and awful and wondrous and if I had a nickel for every time I wished I could just find a way to die without having to rationalize the crass grandiloquence of suicide I’d be comfortable enough to not give a fuck
Text & Photos: Charles Nickles Did I tell you that I work with two metalheads now? Because I totally work with two metalheads now and that’s fucking awesome because: Metalheads are fucking awesome I can finally mention bands I’ve seen or am planning to see without sounding like a Lovecraftian
Text and Photos by Charles Nickles aka Kidswinging This morning I went to the gastroenterologist and after some very deliberate poking and prying learned that I was in urgent need of a colonoscopy because the pain in my ass is an enigma that requires two days of fasting, 64
All photos and text by Charles Nickles I was just trying to have some civil piss-off discourse with a friend, the other day, about all the idiots and infidels that populate our industry and she curbed that shit right quick. “CHARLESON,” she wrote “come to Sunnyvale for a show tomorrow
Photos & Text by Charles Nickles Sometimes, you’ve got to kick it with the nihilists. Throw that Judeo-Christian compass straight into the trash and burn it for the billions (dead and gone and on-and-on) succumbed to it’s foul entrapment shouting “TO FUCK WITH THE MORALITIES OF FEAR! I AM BECOMING!