Family meeting at Frenchette on the first golden hour of the summer season.
She will have the fish soup, beef tartar for me, oh and the little one can have the “dream big”, with a to-go tin of water.
Me in my favorite pair of jeans. Serving purple with a flush face, throwing out trash, Christmas Day pouting, and competing in a race with my girlfriend holding on behind me (first place obvi).
What can you do in your jeans? Probably none of that!
Ernest making sure everyone is behaving in the streets. Booties are on, and tightly fastened. Snow will not defer her from making sure everyone is in check. No days off, hard work only.
2025, you have robbed me!!
Those I love and love me, as well as the downfalls. Bad juju has followed my name like a mosquito.
May 2026 bring aligned chakras and good graces
It was the first week of working together that Matthew asked me to join him for dinner at Lucien. Almost four years later, we had our last meal together- at Lucien. Going but never forgotten, the life you brought to New York City. Los Angeles is not prepared, nor do I find it close of deserving.
My sweet Matthew- I would not be who I am, or who I will be, if it weren’t for you. To the places you’ve shown me, the people you’ve introduced me to, and to the person you are. So much of me, is made of you. With all my heart, may your wings spread. Proud of the man you were, are, and going to become.
Thousand yard stare when it’s almost my turn to shoot after talking shit the entire week before, on the hour and a half ride, and when everyone else was shooting.
