On Friday the 13th, I was married to my darling wife, Melissa, in front of my darling children (who will no doubt grow up to be my anti-folk Partridge Family; like the Guthries only heavily tattooed, vegetarian, and socialist) and my darling siblings in law(s). Mrs. Travant, if you are reading this, I love you dearly. You are my punk rock June ( Read more... )

Fact: Swedish Fish are perhaps the most wonderful seafood ever digested ( Read more... )

Atop my laz-e-boy throne amidst the crumbs of doritos and pretzels the warm, amber glow of the television attracts my eyes like flies to a bug zapper. All Hail the Magic Box! Injecting images into my atrophied cortex; Barely legal nymphos with no pubic hair drinking underage in a spring break Cancun The plasticized, prepackaged Real World ( Read more... )

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so, this is what I've been up to. my life has changed a lot. has yours?

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Actually, the cat was just sort of there. We had nothing to do with that.

The tentative opening scene for the film I wrote, minus the original music and the voice over.

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Our bodies aren't wired to digest each other, which is why cannibals are always smelly. It's nothing to do with hygeine, more a biological reaction in the intestines that squeezes chemical stink from their pores.

I drew a picture of a cow eating a steak from it's own belly.

Wow, so, new songs uploaded to the Johnny Travant myspace; much, much better recordings than before.

www.myspace.com/johnnytravant

check them ouuuuuuuut.

I'm out of cigarettes. Last night I sat on the porch again and smoked down my last two. I figured I could bum from friends, but now I'm not so sure ( Read more... )