One of my favorite books ever written
Last night there was a bad car wreck over by my apartment. The car was just as shitty as mine is, to the T. It was mangled. I was working, so I wasn’t aware. I had six missed calls and 11 texts from friends who had seen the wreck and were terrified that it was me.
I’m so glad it wasn’t.
And I’m so glad I have so many friends who give a shit.
The week in photos.
My friends rule.
Meadow is on point.
Santa Barbara, CA. 1993ish.
All Hail Miley Cyrus. 🙌