From left to right; Jodi, Justin, Jeremy, Jordan, Jade, Josh.

Family. I have one.

Not only that but we sometimes see eachother, and god forbid we even get along when we do. Hell, my family's great. Just a buncha freakout motherfuckas, they got the funk baby, they're "funk-a-delic," "funkridden" and "all funked up". We're going to start a jug-funk band called Kroniker Delta and play funk covers of the 3-2-1 Contact theme, just to prove it.

We grew up on Maplewood Resort in Ogema, Minnesota together, and had many a day of bb gun fights and finding new and devisive methods of torture for those younger than us. Ogema is a small backwater town on the White Earth Indian reservation, about 50 miles east and a little north of Fargo ND.

My parents bought the resort shortly before I was born and sold it shortly after I left, they're living on 280th Ave. (big big city, it is) in Detroit Lakes now off the Vergas Trails, home to quixotic bailed box fires under highlines and orgies of minority alcoholism. In Vergas itself Justin is running his autobody shop, he was working as a machinist for a trucking outfit for a while, and Jeremy's still doing work over there as a wheelman. Jordan is a junior in highschool, he and jade are both probably going to end up doing computer shit for a living. Jade's going to school at Whapeton Tech, south a Fargo a little way, with Nate Hanson, who's finishing up his degree in electronics and getting hitched soon to the Kristen a.k.a. the "Bee's Knees". Jodi's at Moorhead State University, studying art like she otta, she's some kinda fucked up freshman or something, and completely, utterly, beyond nuts.

Not that the others aren't either. Well, this is one of those things where somebody's telling you how crazy this one guy they know is, but really you know he can't be that crazy, or weird, or messed up, or at least you must be pretty fucked up so so what. I mean, just look at you; however #(*$ed up this guy is gonna be it can't come as any real shock or anything, big @#&*in deal, right? Especially maybe if you come from a big family, preferably right-wingers of some sort, you know, Evangalist or something, you get pretty tolerant under conditions like that, if you've got a brain at least, or you end up all blitzed and intolerant and just, you know, stupid, because you're stupid to begin with. So wise up and grok people a little, alright?

Right.

So anyway, we're all a little eccentric, but the cold does that to you. I'm sure if we were raised safely in the suburbs with real babysitters (rather than say, you're older maniac twisted-sister-fan-of-the-century brother) we'd be just like anybody else. Laconic, sterile. Bored. Or is that me I'm talking about, hard to tell, it all looks the same from the suburbs once you're in them. Did I mention that Evanston sucks? It really does.

September of '99 me and my two older bros. headed east for a weeklong ride in a car, where in Portsmouth we stopped to do some photo shoots for The Gap.