You have arrived at this site likely after googling ‘Andrew Amer,’ ‘Drew Amer,’ ‘chupacabra,’ ‘B-17,’ ‘fast food,’ ‘Sarajevo,’ ‘Chuck CLose,’ or something of the sort. However it happened, welcome. I ran this site back in 2010. A long time ago, before instagram. At the time, I was 25 years old, living in Salt Lake City, snowboarding, vaguely employed, and blogging like everyone else.
I have decided to leave this site up, because it’s an interesting look back to what I was into at the time. Some of the posts are pretty decent, some mildly embarrassing, and some are just not very good at all. It is what it is.
Not too soon after, I found myself a full-time job and dropped the blog. In 2011 I began a tumblr to document my life and travels, which unintentionally began and ended in Manhattan. http://www.keepitforward.tumblr.com
It’s pretty amusing, and slightly terrifying, that this blog still averages about 50 visits a day. Who are you people? Where do you come from? What are you looking for?
So I don’t really update this blog anymore, but I thought this was worth sharing.
In the fall of 2008, Gary Tyler Mcleod and myself were spending a quite evening in a local bar in downtown Salt Lake City. A man began telling us his insane story about how he met Osama bin Laden in a biker bar in Santa Cruz back in 1986. We recorded his story on a phone and transcribed it for a zine we made, which you can click on below to see a full-sized version.
Almost 3 years later, we finally found out where Osama has been “hiding.” Turns out this old drunk wasn’t too far off; armed guards, crazy compounds, governmental protection, and marijuana plants are all key factors. Osama might have been found in Pakistan, but who’s to say he wasn’t kicking it in Santa Cruz at some point, smoking weed and bar hoping. At this point, I wouldn’t doubt it.
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
In conjunction with my portfolio website, which should be up in a few weeks, I have started my own personal blog. I’m not going for anything too groundbreaking here. It is simply a way to share some interests of mine from the internetting world and beyond. Starting with a photo of two kids up to no good outside a local eating establishment.