My friend Jon Kim, who once convinced me he was from, and escaped North Korea. I believed and told this to people for at least a year. Still a running joke.
For years now, no longer than a few weeks have gone by without catching up over beers. Sometimes talking about nothing, sometimes talking with weight in our words. Always enjoyed the conversations.
He’s moving to Seattle today, so there’ll be a bit less of all that. I’m glad to see him go though. Nothing sad about a friend chasing opportunity, trying to better their life. Upwards and onwards.
Godspeed Jon Kim.
I don’t live by these words as much as I’d like, and I’m probably going to gravely regret that someday.
One of my best and longest standing buds, Giovanni. Came to visit Los Angeles for the first time, and it was the best time.
This is Jay (and Oscar and Amelie).
Colleague, mentor, dear friend, and hero. I made this for his birthday and was glad to hear the ridiculousness of it put a smile on his face.
Truthfully, I think he has more muscles in real life.
King Bud Lidas. Turning all he touches to beer, even beer itself.
I found these words, but almost lost them. You get more wisdom with age, but you also get more forgetful.
Our good friends Drew and Kelsie spontaneously invited Alexis and I to Hawaii with them. Good company and paradise? Who would say no?
We spent a day and night in the touristy and beautiful Waikiki, enjoying the calm waters and local eats. Seeking the local experience, we drove in our tiny convertible across the island to the North Shore. We stayed the rest of our nights at a small beach house, in a Mai Tai fueled state of rest and relaxation. Day after day, we explored, watched sunsets, and emptied our cups. It was nice to just slow down for a change.
Thanks for having us along.