perfect saturday
i hollered to these dudes if they wanted some vodka lemonade, sure! they say. uh, are you guys cops? v funny i am funny this guy is funny.
when olga showed up she said I THOUGHT RAYMI WAS NAKED.
here, on the house lady.
then, an embarrassing exodus down to queen to collect more garage salers, buh, passing the drake patio everyone was a fucking statue (typical) then once we have gone on up the street a ways, they react. oh please toronto you are so predictable. dude in the black socks is olga’s old professor.
no, act like you are really in love!
so it got to the point where we pillage through each other’s clothes and do tradesies, we both did quite well. fil even got a grey peacoat.
oh hey samir.
now i finally have a proper leather jacket for riding with fil.
i have so many more pictures to put up, bye for now.
