Black Friday we went to Union Square to view the madness. Jeremy brought his recorder, an Emily Dickinson volume and fresh-baked rolls. He wanted to offer something for free on a day of such pricey consumption.

The rest of us used the consumers as body-shields during a heated game of capture the flag, hence the arm bands.

But there’s always time for pie breaks.

Mace.

Crazed.

I thought there was about to be another Rodney King outside my window, but didn’t stick around long enough to find out. It takes them so damn long to run your license.

Cuter than a one-legged pigeon.

Cuter than every baby squished together into a giant deathstar of snot and diapers.

This is Sugar, Under’s play date. Sugar’s sweet as she sounds.

I like how these kids used skateboards as goalposts.

Chloe already blew this one up. I must have taken this in a fit of sonambulance.

Taqueria.

All the tables at Cancun were dashed in salsa and tortilla chip crumbs because these guys were in the back gambling. I’ll gladly bus my own table for a chance at that pot.

Caballero.

This is the silliest emergency brake I’ve ever seen. Might as well construct an ejector seat too.

This salon specializes in melding your feminine and masculine sides into one utter hunk/babe.

Hallie had a Pilgrims & Indians party at her house just before TDay. Cameron stole the show.

But that’s not to say Emily wasn’t a picture-perfect pilgrim.

A lot of the party took place out here so people could send cigarette smoke signals to alert others of the gathering.

Brian and Rachael tried to share their heathen ways with Emily, but her puritanical values could not be overcome. Until the tobacco and firewater came out.

These braves showed us how to plant popcorn kernels outside in the garden.

Then showed us how to call the rains. When their dance failed, they just peed on the dirty popcorn.

Smallpox, bro.

Cameron couldn’t stop talking about how nice it is to wear a thong.

Stage right.

Stage left.

What a catch! Seconds before dropping her.

What is with these girls and their creepy mitts?

Karl and Cameron stretching it out.

Rachael’s a squaw and Emily’s an adulterer.

Adrienne and Julian were in the next room impersonating Joanna.

After Hallie’s powwow, I went back to SF and met Sandy at another dinobus gathering.

Hunter was there trying to explain Little Bunny Foofoo while on the bus.

I think this guy owns the dinobus. If not, he should.

Edgar and Patti fed Sandy too much whiskey.

Making themselves comfortable.

A scrawny wolf smelled fun.

Karl rode a wheelchair from his house out to the party. He lives by a “why not?” policy in which he’ll do anything unless he can find a really good reason not to.

Sly Stallone had to arm-wrestle a thousand dudes for that truck. Edgar and Patti better watch out.

Remember that lady I took a picture of for ECSTATIC? I found her again and she told me to email this picture to her church.

Alex Klein was in town for TDay and he bought this gold lame jacket as well as a wrestlers unitard at Goodwill.

We did some cleaning up at our house. I guess Vic thought once set of crutches was enough. Check the alley across the street for those, a skim board, a snow-skate, some suitcases and hundreds of ratty skate shirts from the mid-90s.

Mike Short and Malina had me over to their lovely home for vegan Thanksgiving.

English James fixed me up a virgin cocktail. That poison skull is just to fool the babes into thinking I’m tough.

Just a portion of our spread.

…And we’re feasting.

Mike jumps in there.

I went vegan on Thanksgiving five years ago, so I celebrated by sufficiently stuffing myself to the point of severe discomfort.

But there was still so much food. I felt like I was letting my team down.

By the time dessert came out, I was recharged. It’s the fourth quarter that counts the most.

It was a vegan TDay so we didn’t eat Mike’s cat Fred. Now if Alf was invited…

Thanks to everyone that sent me love. I didn’t expect so many friendly messages. Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgibbin’. From now until New Years, KOIT 96.5 is playing only Christmas music. I’m so psyched.