Thursday, January 28, 2010


more images. more to come.

click for bigger.

few more images on my flickr.

LOCAL UPDATE 1/28 (ihardlyknowher, flickriver, fluidr)

i've been a dummy. if you have flickr or look at other peoples flickr, you should use these sites:


once you set up your url, you can view images bigger by adding "/big" after your name.


see on the bottom right hand corner of the image you can see more info and enlarge the picture.


fluidr is pretty much the same as flickriver but i think its a bit easier to use. however, fluidr allows people to view users privated fotos, which flickriver would other wise not show. i dont really understand why fluidr did this. its kinda sketchy but fuck it!

here is an example of what i mean.

these 3 sites are 3rd party websites designed to help viewers look at your images in a much simpler and better way. they have the simplicity of just a black or a white background, without all the noise and the shouts that flickr would usually give you. plus the nice option of enlarging the picture, without scooting your image to the left. so i only know these 3 and i cant believe i found them so late. why didn't anyone tell me? cause these rule! so i guess i'm here to tell YOU.

more editing to do. stories to tell. sleep to sleep.


OK. since i've been gone for a while, i might be doing some backtracking with recent updates and happenings. i've waited too long to upload images so i'm going to do that first. i had film anxiously waiting to be scanned while i stayed in arizona. it's been bugging the shit out of me. so heres the first of several flickr updates.

my flickr

click on each picture to see it bigger

these are just a few

more on my flickr

more to come!!! see you soon!!!!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010



Tuesday, January 26, 2010


My friend Casson made a few shirts (according to my requests) through his apparel company half-penny. THANKS CASSON!!!!


USHER OR DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last but not least moontower tees!!!!!

get yourself some half-penny apparel fooL!!!

Saturday, January 23, 2010


They Named A Skate Park After Him.

Written by: Larry Bao
Inspired By: Michael Shafer

Elwood, IN

Zach Clark would walk into my house when no one was there and just chill and watch TV. Once in a while he would steal something of ours and not tell us. Mainly food. We picked on him so I guess he was justified.

He would get out of his house and hang around our porch. Zack, Not to be confused with Zach Clark, was a 16 year old that could play the guitar. This Zack's last name was Summer. During summer time, Zack Summer would play his guitar. He'd strum the thing so fast and Zach Clark would sing his throat to oblivion. It was raspy and loud but something told me he could sing. All of it was a joke to Zach. The singing. My brother would mess around with the video camera (he wanted to make movies), and he would film Zach and Zack breaking their wrists, breaking their throats.

After that summer, Zach turned 11 years of age. He kept hanging around a lot often. A LOT often.
"My mom got a mohawk." Zach said.
So that's why he kept sitting on the rocking chair.

His family was white trash. We all knew. He hated his mom and only God knew where his dad was. I would say he was MIA. If Zach Clark showed up once in a while in the summer, I would say he showed up twice in a while in the fall. Still, he would go see his great uncle. Once in a while.
"He's a good guy." Zach would always remark.

We stole Zach's Bike, his only mode of transportation. He didn't get to move. We didn't want him to. His family was relocating because they lost a family member that mattered to the town. We rode the bike around, tearing up the tires and bailing the thing after ramping off a piece of wood. Zach would be behind us, running, trying to save his bike. I liked Zach. He never gave up.
The last jump of the night was crucial. The wood ramp was set by the creek. My brother bet me that I couldn't jump over it.
" Fuck him! I can do this Knievel style." I mumbled to myself.
I Bailed.
Somethings are left to the pros.
The bike flew into the creek, dented to hell. Zach salvaged all he could. He dived into the warm water. It was odd, the fishes swam away from me, but not Zach. The fish must have known something. It was all wrong. It felt wrong. And the creek smelled weird. He ran away with the frame and the tires without saying a word.

My brother later would laugh at me for not making the jump. I didn't care about the jump. Something else was on my mind.
"I hear Zach hung himself." I said.
"Yeah. His great uncle died" My brother said. "He was the only person he cared about."
I was careful to think. I cared to know why Zach hung himself in the kitchen at the age of 11 during fall season.

There's a skate park in Elwood I used to skate everyday. Skating was life. I had no other place to go. I didn't have a car and the second closest skate park was 50 miles away. I'm not going to skate there. The park was called Elwood Skate Park. Very Fitting.
"Holy Shit! Did you hear what happened?" A local boy at the skate park asked me.
"What?" I said.
" Zach Clark took a shit in the middle of the skate park! By the mini ramp! A big pile too!"
Kindly enough, the recreation's renamed the park.
Zach Clark Skate Park. I was never sure if it was before or after Zach's death. Zach Clark Skate Park. Nice and sound.



Tuesday, January 19, 2010


That Feeling

Written By: Larry Bao
Insipred By: Michael Shafer

I had a bad feeling in my stomach.

I came home from school trying to forget about the sharp pains.
"I should do the dishes." I said. "Mind over matter right?"
I walked past mom, who was planted in the living room watching t.v., and walked into the kitchen. I got done with the first piece of china, and the sharp pains was still killing me. It was killing me.
I heard my mom getting up. She stood and lingered to the doorway which was connected to the kitchen. "What are you doing honey?" She asked.
"doing the..." The bad feeling was there. "Doing the fucking dishes." I moaned. I moaned hard. "mom?" I asked. " Mom, what are you doing?" I turned around. She was up straight, still as a stone. Here is the bad feeling. I grabbed my stomach.
"Mom?" Hey Mom!" I yelled.
Mommy started convulsing.
Her first epileptic episode.

Saturday, January 9, 2010


i hear theres six inches of snow in indiana, and bought a one way plane ticket. im in arizona still and i was suppose to leave yesterday to go back to indiana. Now i'm leaving on the 21st not yesterday. WARM WEATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the fotos will probably take a while before i get to them. i have lots to do when i get back to indiana. WARM WEATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want to thank adelaide and ali for taking up this mad idea of driving to arizona and i would like to apologize to adelaide and ali for not driving back with you guys. sowwwwwwy!!!! i might have a poem or two to write. see you soon. WARM WEATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, January 7, 2010


im in arizona. its warmer then indiana. see you guys on the internet in a few days. pictures to come.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


and HOLY SHIT, ITS 2010!!!!!!!


it's crazy. i'm not asleep. i scanned a few pictures i should have scanned several months ago but im doing it now-ish. fotos will be up soon. and i'm taking more and more. as for my writings... i'm in a moment of happiness. what does this mean? a lack of poems in quanity but not otherwise. I have two new shorts films i want to shoot and i plan on shooting them within the next 4 weeks. az trip after that. or any trip would satisfy me. oh and what's a good theatre school? i'm transfering.