on January 15, 2012
Poor little bun-bun. Nothing but darkness for the little buddy.
Can’t burn it. I tried.
This is a shot of the sun going down on a building in Chicago. Chicago is a generous lover.
This is a cameo on some building somewhere in Chicago. It’s fucking rad.
This is the L in Chicago.
This is a statue from a pretty cemetery in Chicago, Il. It’s either Jeebus or a pretty lady.
This is my main man, Thor. He once held in his possession a bike which made smoothies. Such smooth times we had.
I was asked what I was doing in the parking lot by a man in a non-descript car at this diant steel warehousei in the middle of nowhere. I was able to take this photo before being shoed away, but I’m pretty sure this is a strip club for aliens and government officials with sufficient clearance.
This is my cousin’s dog, Oscar. His breath smells like shit on good days.
This is a dude named Memphis. This is his back.
This is Memphis in profile.
Max showing off potatoes.
Max beats the crap out of muffins with his face.