I like riding my bike from my house to the beach via the LA River bike trail. 


I hope my hair doesn’t come off like this. I don’t think it does. My mom wants me to cut it, but maybe she would like it more if it looked like this. I can’t grow a goatee though. Even if I could grow the hair, I just couldn’t get myself to cut out a goatee. Unless maybe I was doing some sort of costume but I can’t even think of a character that has this facial hair, it’s like I blanked them all out of my memory.


This is right by my house. I see cars all the time, but I never see people.


I wanted at least one of these basketballs. But then was feeling like what if this isn’t a pile of garbage and people are just waiting for the moving truck to pull up.


This is from when I was in New York last month. I smoked a bunch of weed with my brother. I don’t know if you can tell in the photo but that’s a gigantic nug. I hardly smoked in my 30s and now 40s, maybe once or twice a year only, but in my 20s I was an addict. Recently I been having cravings, like maybe it is time to reunite with the plant allies. Everyone I know is holding, and I put the word out on the streets. No one has come through yet..