On this night I was boozin' hard with the boys, having some laughs. We were at a party we weren't invited to, and we were stealing the show. Then I lost my dads memorial ring. I shut the party down, asking everyone to help me find the ring. I couldn't find it. On the way out of the house I took this photo. It looked sad too. The next day, with a moral hangover I stumbled back to the door step to have another look. I didn't even know the hostess's name. She wasn't there but her dad was. Man, he wasn't happy to see me. I told him my story, and he said I could have another look for The Ring, I just had to help him move this desk into the car. Turned out he had split with his wife and that's why he was moving. There I was, one of the lousy skids from the night before. Anyways I was having trouble finding it. So I decided to follow the dog around. Yea, weird eh? But he led me to a flower pot, and inside was my dads memorial ring! #UnapologeticApologies #35mm

The Living Room

K here we go, shit's getting interesting now for this #UnapologeticApologies series. This is first or second year uni in 2010. Shooting every project wasted, then submitting it hungover. Here we are skating in my pals living room. Life motto's at this point: "Fuck The Man" and "Live Fast, Die Young." not "Skate Or Die" that came later I swear.