Kicked off Memorial Day weekend with a ride to Veggie Castle. It’s an old White Castle that the Jamaicans took over and turned into a delicious array of vegan Caribbean cuisine. To get there you’ve got to ride through Hasidom and deep into the hood, which makes it all that much more worth it.

Veggie Castle is like an oasis in a sea of fried chicken.

Later that night, we put in some time on the fire escape.

Lyssa got in a shouting battle with the kids across the street.

Alex has no intention of getting his tooth fixed.

Craig Murphey is a handsome man.

Who makes awful faces.

Loogie time.

I wonder if ten dollars was a whole lot (not that it isn’t, but a whole, whole lot) when this fire escape was constructed.

The folks at 538 hosted a brunch on Sunday. Kevin is a master of machete tossing.

Xeroxed porn. It’s got nothing on Titty City.

538 roof.

I’ve been waiting my whole life to see an open hydrant.

Alex went into the eye of the storm.

This guy controlled the stream. He was worried about having his picture taken, but still sprayed a fire truck before I coul get my camera out.

Lost in the Flood.

Now that’s a trooper.

One more time.

Brett Nelson invited us to a Memorial Day bbq. He’s from South Carolina if you couldn’t figure it out.

It was Shannon’s house and she rocked the pogo stick.

I have no idea who this is but he was into fun & games.

Engine engine number nine.
On the New York Transit line.

If the train goes off the track.
Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!

This is Indy and he hosts a fine bbq.

The longhairs of 538.

Side-pipe and mammories.

For the dolphins.

Craig tossed up his usual. The cactus with a sombrero and mustache.

This silhouette is Harry who just transplanted from SF.

And that’s Craig in the spotlight. Always in the spotlight.

Last words courtesy of Alex: That’s what summer’s all about.

I thought long and hard about this photograph. When they hang it in the MoMA, I will entitle it Why I don’t chew bubblegum.

Sunset from DUMBO.

We filmed this band called Holy Fuck for a Practice Space and this was their kit.

Because that’s how I roll.

Pavla and Christine graced me with their presence before fleeing to Europe.

Every once in a while, someone wrangles the camera from out of my hands.

The Ichikawa sisters united for one sweet week.

My friend was visiting from Montreal and he’s working on an art project that would end if his name came up on a Google search. So we’ll call him Jeffy McDickerson.

Jacob fell off the boat and washed up on the bank of the Hudson.

He took this picture from my window with my camera.

We skated funspot around the corner from my apartment on a lovely Sunday.

It just looks small because you’re so far away.

I know you’re thinking, how did he even pop that high? He must be bionic.

But the monster ledge conquers all.

Can’t miss McCarren park on a Sunday.

Francis met up and wanted to do some tricks too. Chimpanzee-style trackstand.

I had the most disappointing burrito experience at San Loco. But they tried to make it up to me with a 20 cent taco special. That’s what all those signs behind my head are advertising.

After an hour of waiting for our order, we received a gang of rice or bean tacos. They couldn’t combine them. I hear rice tacos are really popular in China.

Jacob just ate so he played it cool.

Miss America.

We collected Andrew Porter and went back to the park to watch the kickball games.

I love stadium lights and was freaking out about these photos.

There were about five kickball games going on at once. It’s a serious league and we almost saw more than one fight.

But it was all good vibes. Summertime is coming….