There's a hole-in-the-wall Ethiopian place by my house. It's in this weird industrial looking building. The food is great and cheap. On the way to the bathroom I came across this hall of flags.
Then, there was this great sign posted in the bathroom.
Steve beats his meat.
On Friday night we went to a basement show.
The bathroom at the Know.
What's the deal with this guy?
Andrew double fists some phones.
But it's just a warm up for triple fisting some beers.
Alyson and Amy. That's Johnny's finger. I did that to about 15 of his pictures from the weekend before.
This makes me think of the song "Two tickets to paradise" by Eddie Money.
On the Saturday before Halloween I gathered with Ethan, Kyle, and James for the annual Alley Cat Race. Last year was a blast and Ethan ended up riding around in a hearse drinking til 5 am. That's the kind of good times we expected when heading out as a bunch of graduates with wizard staffs. One of the stops was way down the Springwater Corridor.
A toast to Verg who was in Astoria.
We abandoned the race and barged the Nemo party.
The dude barn.
Those girls look confused.
Dogs love Hamms.
A family of raccoons.