Ikaevae
I see my friends on San Francisco streets. People from back home, I see you here. Sometimes I know it's not you but I appreciate the similarity in features, gestures, posture. Sometimes it's the way somebody walks. I know that attitude, I'd recognize you anywhere. Sometimes I do a double-take -- hey! -- before I realize it's not you. And elation turns into a kind of a sweet shrug.
I'll see you around.
You and me both, lady.
Ferry
Biked to Sausalito with my main man Oso (pictured) on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. We wimped out and took the ferry back to the city from what is essentially a horrible tourist trap, but the ride there was great. Nice weather, serious wind on the ferry. No pics from the bike ride? Eh.
Still smiling, but in two seconds the wind will kill you, cabrón.
Wait. This reminds me of something.
Yeah, yeah. Saaanfranciscosanfranciscosanfranciscoo. Give it a rest already.
In The Photo Booth
These pics make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Who says photo booths aren't fun! Pusut ja halit kaikille, rakkaat ystävät. Cheers to Thieves.
Not drunk at all. "Look, it's your hand!"
"Everybody look sexy, now!" "Now?" "Now!"
Love you guys.