i’m about to do one of those hair treatment things, hot treatment, my hair should be dry or wet? hurry tell me.

my dad lived in this house ’til he was about thirteen or so.

grandma, great grandma, my dad, me.

nana’s bathroom

bought her that in england, stratford-upon-avon, gave it to my mom first, she passed it along.

hey kid, hope you’re doing okay. Just thinking about you. I check in here just about daily, like tons of others I guess, and wanted to throw a nod, wink and smile your way. I got up early this morning, read for a while, then fell back asleep and had a dream that I met you and Phil. I won’t get into stupid dream details, but we ended up at the Duke boys farm, and Uncle Jesse took me for a ride in the General Lee and we jumped a huge ramp and you said you wished you took a photo for your blog, then we saw a kid fall out a 4th floor window, and Phil pointed back up to the window and said “look, look!” and there were cobras poised to strike on the ledge inside the widow and they were biting the people gathered around the inside of the window. Nice dream eh? Analyze THAT shit! Oh, and Phil looks bigger than for in the pictures. Don’t they say ‘dreams add 20 lbs.’?

-dream police

my brother, the baller

two days ago’s breakfast wish i was eating right now, hadn’t had grease in forever.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm