I went with Jessie to Paul's house to take some pictures for a Vice story... I usually don't put my
work stuff up here, but Paul was such an epic broseph I have to spoil a little. 

He was playing us some amazing psychedelic records.

The music was kinda fucking with my head though...  like I was coming down from acid.

then I came all the way back down...
and I went through my gardening book, from A to Z...  mostly requiems and epitaphs. 

There's Moonbeam and Andouille.

...did I really walk all this way just to hear you say "Oh, I don't want to go out tonight"?

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