Lasers and epilepsy are to Michael as peanut butter is to jelly. I made this for his birthday. And yes, we are matching.
Today is this mans birthday, and this man is Michael. Got a lot of stories with this one, known him seven years now.
We moved to Los Angeles around the same time. Like to think we leaned on each other a bit. But really, it was more me leaning on him. I owe him a lot. His family too.
Many adventures, many more to pass.
“His dad is like, a crazy scientist.”
What do you mean?
“Like… beakers and shit.”
— Michael
These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch. I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.
Saw a vulture pick a rabbit apart today at the San Diego Zoo while a mother explained to her son the circle of life.
The lines don’t do it any justice, but Tahoe just may be the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes.
Nice city. Clean.
King Bud Lidas. Turning all he touches to beer, even beer itself.