From Vinegar Hill to Christmas Island

Dad's making chili, in a crock pot. Old school shit. Looks menacing. On duty all day while mom got beautified. Date night tonight, headed to Ditmars. Might as well be north Philly. Trying out new babysitter.

We got teeth coming in - top ones, Jane's a real Beaver apparently, looks the part now. These taken prior to the arrival of the choppers.


London, again, this time in ten minutes. St. Pauls from a taxi, Maritime college, Greenwich Park, Gurning with Finaly McKay, my brothers the mermen. Hit the Jersusalem Tavern, Comptoir Gascon, St. John, Trafalgar Pub. Good run till the tank went way empty. Declined that Marky Wallburg comic book movie on the plane ride home, opted for snack pack and straight to rooked neck.

Couple rockers from the Fette Sau meat social.

New McKenna coming any second....Yaos!

Explicitly laid out like a fruit cake,

Master Ace