The contents of the back of my car.

I met up with Alex Gourdouros and a recently reinstated Los Angeles resident, Billy Roper, at Lincoln Park.

Billy’s house rail. It was tight, but we got kicked out. And it wasn’t actually his house, it was just in front of a house.

Alex taking it all in. We got kicked out of every spot we hit except a random roof wallie find.

Then I made my way to Tony’s bar in downtown for a fundraiser for our homie Thomas Bonilla. Purple playing pool was one of the first people I ran into.

Cody Comrie and Matto!

My new roomie Rich Dodds and America’s best, Chris Brown.

Of course my one blurry photo of the night is of the man himself, Thomas and his wife.

James Fitzgerald and Rich talking Buddhism.

Tiny bathroom banter with Brian Hansen, Shad Lambert, and Gareth Stehr.

This chick made some sort of announcement on a table.

Then Tony Tave got up and announced that it was James Fitzgerald’s birthday.

Julia making fun of Tony.

I made sure the door was locked for Boosh so he could take a #2 at the bar. Psyched on him for that.