Souvenir from a magical night at The Magic Castle.
Hand cut silhouettes by Dave Spafford.
Not everyone can say their health insurance puts a smile on their face.
Día de los Muertos.
I don’t live by these words as much as I’d like, and I’m probably going to gravely regret that someday.
Alexis and I under the St. Johns Bridge, in Portland, Oregon. My friend Craig married his wife Chelsea here. It was beautiful. And a bit hot out. Not sure if I was sweating from the Sun or from the taxi ride over, which rivaled any attraction at any theme park I’ve ever been to.
Over the years I’ve been to a handful of weddings, but Craig’s was really the first one that involved someone I’ve known since we were practically kids. Knowing how the story started, and to see it all come together, is really something. Most people don’t get the privilege.
Congrats Craig.
I Can’t Quit You Baby by Otis Rush.
There was no “Four”
Thanks to my friend George for taking the original picture this piece is based on.
One of my best and longest standing buds, Giovanni. Came to visit Los Angeles for the first time, and it was the best time.
Favorite part of the day.