from the company picnic.
A few weeks ago the photobooth at Booty Call was curiously horror themed. My friends and I were not interested, so we told the Tranny-Witch with a bloody knife or whatever to scram and instead tried some photo-studio poses. Mine is called “3/4s turn, eyes to the camera, chin down.”
Unbiased opinion: Best of the 132 photos taken that night.
This is not an especially good picture of me, but it is a good picture overall. So, yay friends. (I don’t know the two on the lower right.)
descending Telegraph Hill from Coit Tower with Kevin.
Brooklyn and I took some photos in an old-timey photobooth Wednesday night. :-D
me in the woods at his Grandma’s farm, this afternoon.
I feel oddly naked now. (I tried out a Hitler ‘stache mid-shave.)
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