i don’t usually carry my camera with me and take pictures regularly. so here are the random times that i have recently.
Vick’s spice warehouse in west berkeley has the best fucking indian food in the world. here’s the evidence:
comes with a flag!!
also, i went to the anarchist bookfair with logan, and her friend ben, and met up with zoe, eric, and her friend dan. while i didn’t get any photos of dirty, middle-class white kids with dreadlocks and carhartts, i did snap a few shots of our delicious meal at shangrila in the sunset.
vegan sweet and sour pork
in a fucking pineapple
ALSO, nick paid 100 bucks for a tattoo artist to permanently scar him with whatever design the dude wanted to. this is the result:
sputnik #1!!!!
ALSO:
Apparently, POZ, Maya, Ryan and I were shooting off bottle rockets and roman candles at hipster parties in the mission (taping roman candles to street signs is the way to go).
We got detained as we walked into dolores park, and while Ryan and POZ got tickets for the fireworks and Maya got an open container ticket, I walked away a free man. Here’s the proof:
