all the djs do it, all the djs use it.

back in mid-september,
i spent a few days at my cousin’s house in san francisco
where i arrived crying, heartbroken,
where her husband baked me cookies,
where i pulled out her old disney piano book and spent all evening on her baby grand,
where they auspiciously convinced me that i would be okay.

i told suzanne i would miss her terribly and
she came up with this wonderful idea for how we could stay in touch.

each day, every other day,
we’d post a photo from our lives.

like when the sandwich maker at the deli drew a heart on my container box with a sharpie,
like at the l.e.s. french restaurant where i suddenly had a good day when the waiter called me “love”
as in “yes love, what can i get you love?”
and like when i got really sad because i was really hungry,
but then i dropped the noodles on frankie’s kitchen floor.


suzanne is on the left, i’m on the right.

currently listening to:
when i first got my license,
heather and i used to mob around san jose blasting this song


this was before i knew what falling felt like and before i became such an asshole.

my final weekend in california

friday evening:
i skipped the “porn stars” and “rack my cack” parties.

i tagged along on the set of anton’s upcoming indie film “hindsight.”
i was intrigued by how they shot the film in a parking lot at night,
but they had about three different lights illuminating the scene to mimic night.

eric, dp.


anton, director aka “can’t you see i’m busy here?!” pizza muncher.


saturday evening:
all girls slumber party, sport.

helen hunt in teal dinosaur hair clips, incredible cheese in the bread bowl,
toilet cleaner beer, that gad awful show cheaters
and heather’s infamous spinning wheel of drunkin’ dares.
most commonly spun: “drunk dial”

random dialing on everyone’s cellphones,
shrieking orgasmic moans and obscene messages.

and yeah, they got ahold of my cellphone.
so to the victims of our antics,
1. hope you guys didn’t mind or 2. sorry.

3am straight voddy shots, photographed by heather.


lazy day continued at tina’s.
cutting up clothes making new clothes,
watching goonies, snarfin’ pizza,
and ignoring my ceaselessly ringing cell phone.
“awe crap.. who called up macadio last night?!”

life in california is good, buddy.