
The long lonely Sunday.

The beginning of the two hour brunch.

The end of the two hour brunch. Kevin looks like a gunfighter.

We went and skated the Bronson Ditch.

Reggie made his shoulder bag out of scraps of trash.

It was good to be up there. Bright and clean.

California via Washington.

Shredders.



Sweet dragon guarding the ditch.

I got the blues. I am over thinking everything. I'm on a why when how trip. These guys cheer me up. Thanks guys!

And how come when you feel that way, you feel like you've ALWAYS felt that way?

Post sesh glow.

Getting whatevered in the Golden State.

Later, later, later.

White Lightning, no radio.

Daddy I'm in love with a thug.

Daddy I'm in love with a gangster.

Atonement. Late night.

Late.

On the way home, Keith Sweat and Mary J. Blige.
Posted by Cali at January 21, 2008 12:30 PM