Merry Christmas. The fog is neat. Blandscapes, comin' down the mountain.

Over the past week, Harley Davidson's Dark Customs division has been dropping mini-galleries including intakes and outtakes from my upcoming books, focused on the transient life of riding motorcycles with my beautiful friends. Check the first batch out here, here and here.

An 8 minute jam for smokes just turned into a 2 hour solo exploration of the mountains above my house. It's fucking beautiful out today.

Dear Hip Art Directors: Please stop showing me Vans that I haven't seen before. My chick thanks you in advance. OTW, FTW.

From the archives: Corey and Ashley, in my bed.