My Photo Gallery
Yep that's me at 17, sad really...
 
 
 
 
 
 



And this is after joining the ARMY

 






    O.K.  Here's the deal.  About six months ago or so I finally broke down and got a computer, a phone, and a girlfriend.  I guess it was just a brief spell of normality that hits all strangers like me once in a while.  And don't snicker.  I already have a life.  I stole that fair and square.  Got a job too.  How about you, ya little net junkie?
    This of course leads to my artistic expressions branching out just a little.  Next thing I know I have stopped drawing tattoo art for my friends and have switched to mutilating their photos with a digital camera and a scanner.  Give me a photo and O'm'Gods.  I am like Picasso, you never know where the nose will wind up.  And better count the eyes just to make sure.
 




See what Eye mean?

      And thus began the strange visual imagery that has unfolded from my mind.  I don't care what you think.  Hell, everyone I have worked with loves it.  Most of them use this stuff as the wallpaper on their computers.  One of these is even being used on the cover of a CD, and a couple are posters.  So there.  My head is big enough I don't need your love!

    Some of these are simple things to do with your computer that I hope you at least cough and say my name when you use them.  If you want a photo done of you, then simply E-Mail me a photo of you.  Make it big.  Maybe around 400kb.  Give me a lot to work with, and wait a few days for me to get out of bed and actually check my E-Mail.  I'm just inconsistent like that.


I am the one on the left.  Hal is the middle, and Bryan is on the right.  Sunglasses at night you say?  Yes those are Harley Davidson brand too!


This ladies, is a friend called Hal Cavanaugh.
 Sorry girls but this stud is married now.

And this is the lucky lady Herself.  Sarah Cavanaugh!

Bryan Durbin.
Single, and a very big E-Slut.  He has more girlfriends on ICQ than I have ever slept with.  Of course, it's not hard to beat the number five...  And He is also wearing my Leather!  That fucker!  Oh you are so dead!  I know where you live asshole!

This is just some girl who lives in Alaska.
She talked with me and I found out that a lot of people up here know me when I don't know them.  Her name is Cathy, and I think she is a Marine.  No, I never even dated her.

The guy just leaping out of the helicopter happens to be me.
This was when I was going through Air Assault school in july of 98.  Since I work as a Helicopter Mechanic some of the time I see no valid reason for me to hurl myself out of a perfectly good helicopter.  All in all it was a little fun to go sliding down the rope and pretend I was invading a country for a while.  It did kind of hurt when I landed on the guy who was holding my rappelling rope.

Brody and Jennifer Ford.
Bo-die-san is a great friend.  Jen is a totally hot young lady.  You want to talk about conflicting emotions.  If I was any less rigid with my will, I still probably wouldn't do anything.  Gods I am such a sap.  Man that sucks.  Maybe I should be a Monk?

Drew Warren.
 He just happened to walk by my room and I said You have to come here and check this picture out.  He said, DO ME TOO!  So I snapped his photo and left him sexually frustrated anyway.  Still, the pic is kind of cool.  Even got the light source for the hand and face right this time.

This is Todd Boehm.
 The lady killer.  He too walked by and saw me working.  Not to mention I have the coolest room in the world.  Everyone stops by my room just to look around and wonder what is wrong with me.  Since he wouldn't sit still I lit his head on fire and dipped him in molten metal.  Then, I snapped a photo and ran.  He liked it anyway.  God what a nutcase!

This is Wade Atkin.  One of my Brothers.  Actually my only Full Brother.
Standing outside the fire pit at Sturgis Rally in South Dakota.  After three days, I found I could not sleep without a Harley running nearby.  What a fucking awesome place to be.  RIDE ON BROTHER!

My Parents.  Larry and Deborah Atkin.
Oh Gods if only you knew how cool these people are. I used to have a list of what friends could come over on what days.  Sometimes I would take off and come home and find those same friends just hanging with my parents.  (I had a happy childhood so HA HA HA HA!)

My Sister Amber Hill.  That's her husband Steve.
Steve. The guy who did my Tattoo.  Although, I did draw it myself.  Cool people.  A little gothic.  A little metal.  Totally fucking wacked in the head.  Ya got to love em!  And no, my sister only looks pissed because I'm one of those people who surprise flashes others.  I like to capture the raw emotions. And her raw emotions is pure PISSED.  Not pissed like you assumed.

Stan the Aqua God.
Aquatics director of the Fort Wainwright Pool where I have Lifeguarded for two shifts now.  This guy runs around at up to -30 degrees with only shorts, shoes, earmuffs, and Band-Aids for his nipples.  A former Navy SEAL (No shit he was the real deal assholes) he is one of the greatest bosses a person could ask for.  I usually don't go in to the pool till 1:00 PM and get off around 7:30 PM.  I also get paid over 800 bucks every two weeks for this.  God I love my life.

Pablo.
The one legged Mexican Biker that my family camped next to at Sturgis.  Sorry, but I wasn't able to get a photo of his peg leg.  He camped with a guy who looked like Brad Pitt.  Imagine living next to people like this.  GOD I LOVED STURGIS!

My tattoo.
The three japanese signs do stand for something, so unless you speaka da patois, just trust me with this one.  besides, I had only a half hour to catch my plane, and that's when the needle work began!