A Life In Pictures

Little Sis broke the bank to get me all these whisk(e)y nips for Christmas. She thinks I'm a connoisseur with a refined pallet. My mother thinks I'm drunkard Andy Capp. Everyone is right!

Die happy.

It's like I was telling J. Hynes the other day, sometimes I am overwhelmed by my own raw muscle power.

Grayskull inspects the cool gifts I bought for her Thanksgiving catsitter. In hindsight, I strongly regret giving away the Shaq shower kit and Professor Slimesworth.

I saw two people get creamed by a car on Bushwick Ave. The flares were pretty.

Can't get enough of my own feet.

Some family members on Thanksgiving...I spy a powerful mustache and a powerful hat!

R.I.P. my truck. It went really crazy over Thanksgiving break like in the movie Maximum Overdrive and nearly killed people. Seriously. This is its final resting place in Milford Connecticut.

This is Al Posey, the drunken mechanic who purchased the haunted truck for $50. Booze and bargains make him grin.

Bushwick Hotel- cheap, very close to my apartment. We need a guinea pig so we can know if it is parent-friendly. Seriously, I'll pay the $50 room rate if a volunteer will crash there for an evening.

First snow.

Rude jerk barking jerks!

My mother thought Jesus would be really ticked that moneylenders (Western Union) set up a booth on the steps of St. Patrick's Cathedral. This is right before she flipped the table over.

Jaded Jesse, on a train.

Jaded A-bomb, feels no pain.