East Coast Love
One day turned into two, and two became five. Spontaneity at its best? I'd say so. Nights filled with song dedications and Clash covers. And getting me into bars. Days filled with laying in bed, watching cartoons, and him playing with my little sister. Traveling to the Bay, just to see him play. Me loving his tight black pants, and his Philly Shreds tattoo. Him loving my piercings, and the way I look in skirts. Sneaking off to the tour van cause there's nowhere else to go. Getting lost on our way to the next venue. Spending every car ride hand-in-hand. Watching the sun come up, sleeping peacefully by his side, and waking up to his kiss. In other words, an East Coast boy has made his way into a West Coast girl's heart.
My camera deleted most of my pictures. These are just the salvaged few from the remnants of an after-party.
Greg and Jimmy
He Wrote That I'm Awesome
Chuckaroo, Jeffy, and Myself
A very intoxicated Greg and Kristin
Whiskey Rebel Pileup!
And Greg <3
Yeah, that's it. I hate my camera, and I miss him.