just make faces

There are nights where this garage feels like home.

Feliz Cumpleaños Ray. Un Hombre de Hombres.

Every night I sit on these steps and talk with my grandfather. For the most part it’s just to tell him that I love him and miss him but there are nights where I tell him my dreams, my plans for the future, my current problems. I talk about current issues and Mesoamerican cultures, values, beliefs, and people. I know I can do this anytime but it helps to see a face, especially one that just embodies him.

Stoked for it beyond belief

Drunk Skunks

Sean an I celebrating a canceled class #innout #noart #anchor (Taken with instagram)

It’s that time of night where I drink to sleep