B in the W. Don’t call it a come back. I said no more black and white and I mean it this time.

No story, just here and there.

Xpan

Finding our humble way….

The birf-day kid… live it up partner

Simply amazing.

Avocados are a must on young expeditions.

FOUUUUUUrrrrr….

And so it ends. The young men explored, swam, and basked in the beautiful sunday rays of the summer we let slip away, but did not waste.

The depth of this pool was five feet, but if one must insist…

Lifeguard was on duty

Told ya’…

This man’s name is Juice….Seriously

ZZzzzzzz……

Tyler’s Bday.

Tyler couldn’t be bothered.

Why so sinister?

This one was tossed out and stoned with red bulls, beers and anything else one could throw.

I guess its all good now. Hi Jesus.

Love, love, love……

Lets pretend we’re drunk…

Night Tyler, Happy Bday.

They were loving it…

He was loving it…

And before we knew it, everybody was ready to go home.

It all began with a feather…

We started it off with the obligatory “random house party” which inevitably ends up being not much of a “party” at all… So we left.

Adjusted our route to Hollywood, immediately greeted with chaos, I decided to take a closer look…

Nope, nothing here…

We collectively decided to move for a near pub bearing the title “The Piano
Bar”. Though it did sound promising, the crowd somewhat fell below my expectations but I made friends…

Disgracing it’s title, the place did not deliver live piano, however they did “kick out the jams”….the right ones.

So Tyler gave flame to a cancer stick and we stayed.

Miss Roboto was there laughing, laughing, laughing…

Sure enough, it was already time to leave so I made my humble way to the door, and kicked myself out.

I don’t remember this but I’m sure this is exactly how it looked.

No reader we are not anywhere near Space Mountain, though I could’ve been mistaken. None the less I love Disneyland, just not this one.

Knuckle greetings all around…

More folks breathing smoke…

Then the crowd began to take a turn …

It took the wrong turn leaving me with lewd number-hungry men, and smug stares.

Then suddenly, like a light at the end of this dark tunnel, I was saved by the “stunner shades”… I don’t know why but they always get me. Ok, maybe not saved but definitely boosted my morale.

Shut it down. Shut it all down….Seconds before blast off.

“Street Dogs” are a must. You could almost say people worship them…Me, they’re ok I guess…

And they were Geisha approved.

Stumbling away from the scene I somehow decided that this anti-adventure should continue…So it did. This is suppose to be the new Hollywood trend, milk and cereal in the fridge?

So I stuck to cherries.

And they stay entertained for hours, maybe days…? Didn’t stick around long enough…

Meanwhile I found a couch and surveyed the area. This one kept it going.

This one lost his fight. Then I realized I lost mine too…

So I took the only trail I know…

capture

give to neighbors

I love this town