this summer, Gabriel came up to me and told me that he wanted to die. so i brought him to the biggest kink-rail i knew around here, in the middle of racist drug addicts, homeless immigrants and crazy children and told him to grind it. so there we are.
Philipp tried to film me, so i hid in my hole. i feel safe in my hole.
fun fact: there were 2 mice that were playing around me the whole time. or should i say “hole” time? no. whole time.
after some time, he was ready to try it. well, he wasnt totally ready apparently.
bruise-check, angle-check, innocent bystanders asking what the fuck he was doing: check.
once in a hundred years, you actually meet nice people at a spot. thank you, nice old woman. and nice dog.
he landed this one, but crashed into the wall to his left that you see on the right corner. it looked damn brutal.
15 year old punks showing him how its done. take that, society!
this was the make, after around 15 slams. well deserved. damn well deserved.
yay, kiddies, druggies and jobless alcoholics were stoked. and yes, i mean us with ” kiddies, druggies and jobless alcoholics”. those people on the pic were some other kiddies, druggies and jobless alcoholics.
kiddies love Gabs.
“look at this shit. i am stronger than you.”
Kanye West can go pack his things, Gabs is in the house.
Gabs Fanclub! look at the guy to his left.. he WANTS HIM. hard.
everybody celebrates in his own way.