The summer of 1998 was my first venture from the nest. I moved out of my mother's house and into a trailor with my friends Dain and Nate. I had a crappy third-shift job at a donut shop which I ended up getting fired from. However, I had some money from selling t-shirts and from attending project graduation. I threw responcibility to the wind and let fate guide my way. Here are some of the few surviving pictures of the debaucle that was that summer.
