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.

Let me know what you think, yo.