A photo montage of the past few weekends. . .
Zoltan(My Euro coke dealer) tried to eat me here. I think you can tell it didn't work. Just kidding, I don't do blow.
Stencils on the sidewalk, hell yea. Can you find me by my shoes?
An aqua colored loading door+fish eye= good combo.
Red Robin piccha pose.
Glasses only club. Lucky kept insisting on it.
And before I knew I was Mexican, I was under the impression I was Indian. At age 7, to me it was the only explanation as to why I had dark eyes, skin, and hair. Believe me, I was disappointed when I found out the truth.