I couldn’t care less about scribbling your name around town, but this is one of the single best pieces of graffiti I’ve ever seen.


Less than a week after it went up, the city painted over it. Now it looks like this. Awesome!


Us vs. them.


These are my dreams.


I had a lot of visitors in the last few weeks. Rachael and Cary are among them.


Couples.


These guys held it down.


Bob represents Berkeley.


Cameron eating his fourth dinner of the evening.


These guys are gonna get in so much trouble.


Hannah Hooper has such a nice spot in Chinatown. Everyone fell asleep at 7am in a circle on the floor.


Julian is serious about his cream cheese spreading.


Stowaway.


Blake just got back from South America and we went to Josh Braver’s apartment. Roofs in NY are rad.


Target practice.


Once everyone left it was back to the locals. New York City bums.


This was nuts. There’s a rivalry between stoops on my block. The stoop from 225 threw down with the stoop from 218. They know better than to fuck with 221.


Craig Murphey loves hotdogs so much that he’s turning into one. Ketchup & Mustard.


I dragged Craig to a party at my old SF roomie Lin’s house. She has a blackboard for a wall and Craig sketched out his next tattoo. Little did he know that was my Halloween costume last year.


The wall at the beginning of the night.


It was an Easter Party/Jesus Zombie Party. That equals fun.


A friendly game of Uno.


Turned into Suck & Blow.


Which was awesoooome.


There was another party a couple weeks ago that had a mechanical bull. I’m pretty sure I could beat Luke Perry.


I fell asleep during the Les Savy Fav show and woke up to a big sloppy kiss from Tim the singer. He was still performing and the audience took cellphone pictures of us.


Francis got me a job delivering soul food for Mama’s. Beats messengering.


For my fake job, we interviewed The Walkmen.


They played us a few songs in their Practice Space.


They’re pretty good.


This is Ham.


fin.