One day you're out in the country, hanging out at a junk yard, watching cars get crushed while eating lunch next to a man with no arms, and then the next day you're in Hollywood, on the set of a national television show, drinking "Sex on The Beach", and talking to TV celebs about the planet Mars.
What the hell is going on here?
If you were to put my life down on paper,
it would look like one giant
scribble.
It makes about that much sense.
So, I snapped a couple shots by the front door
in that nice, stormy twilight.
I look like a coal miner.
If you look at it with the right eyes, I think the top picture could very easily be an old man.
With how ridiculous the 2 party system has become,
I've decided to start campaigning
for a weird presidential candidate from 1988.
Come on baby! Let's go ALL THE WAY!!!
]]>Big news indeed, people.
So big.
Like an easter egg full
of gun powder
sitting under a magnifying glass
on the roof of a double decker bus.
(not sure where that came from... it just popped in there)
Yes sir... laundry will never be the same.
All of a sudden,
you can buy a detergent bottle
(any brand, mind you)
with
a
TAP.
Yes. A tap! Now you don't have to lift the bottle anymore.
And you can keep your Franzia next to the Gain and
everything will look
FINE.
Big news people.
So, so, so, so big.
All footage copyright Derek Doublin.
]]>just wanted you to know,
even though i'm not around anymore,
i still love you
and i still
believe in you.
DON'T GIVE UP
and
don't change (too much).
i love you, ol' stumbly.
-derek
frins.