…just a bunch of photos.
Joe, Karan, Ralph, Marie, Baby S, Steve, Dee’s right hand and I toast the New Year. (This is just after Karan changed out of her fantabulous foxy-ass black skirt into PAJAMA PANTS. Karan, are you reading this? You’re on notice, babe!) But no toast can compare to the 2001 (or was it ’02?) caper when Dick Clark reached zero, the ball dropped, and Jim hoisted his glass high… right into the spinning blades of the ceiling fan, sending shattered glass and spatters of champagne everywhere. Of course, we see fit to remind him of that every year…
Just chillin’ at Joe and Karan’s cathouse. Karan is holding Abby (Abbie?) (the demon-eyed spectre) and Milo (world’s best-natured little snugglecat).
Jim likes this photo of himself. I took it at Laura and Trevor’s. You can see Trevor chowing on pizza behind Jim’s shoulder. And behind his other shoulder, you can see the tortoise-like impossibly extended neck of Chester.
As seen in a sketchy truck stop bathroom somewhere in Nevada.
Rhys at Weber Park in Stockton. God, I love this kid…
Check out the new author pic, too. It’s a self-portrait. I took it myself.