Bedtime Tennis.

Tonight, like every other night, I had to ask Eli to go to bed at least 13 times. On the last time he replied, "Why do I need to be in my bed?". To which I answered, "Because, I need to know you are doing your work by getting enough rest." His retort was, "Why can't I rest out here with you?" Trying to put an end to this game I said, "Because the people who sleep in their beds are the well-rested ones." Without hesitation Eli stunned me with, "Well, I don't want to be like other peolple. I just want to be like myself." Game point. I made him a pallet on the floor of his bedroom.

1801 North Howard

This was/is one of the raddest lofts ever. If I were an agent trying to rent it, this is how it would read:

1801 North Howard

At the forefront of Ghetto Chic, 1801 North Howard stands out amongst it's neighboring structures like a turd in a full toilet. Nestled between the uber exclusive communities of Fishtown and Kensington it sets the standard for posh living. Conveniently located 1/2 of a block from the El, it offers all the comfort any light sleeper could need. Without the bothers of any sufficient insulation, residents of this 4th floor penthouse are guaranteed HOT summer days and COLD winter nights. The view from the veranda/fire escape alone will leave one speechless.(The neighbors hate snitches!)

Amenities
* 0 x 2 - 1/2 Bedrooms overlooking the bathroom
* 20ft bathroom ceilings, 8ft walls
* 24 hour entertainment just outside the window (mature audiences only)
* Shared kitchen divided by state of the art screen-door
* Veranda/Fire exit/Door Buzzer/Innocent Bi-stander vantage point
* 3ft mini ramp of death (open from 3pm-3:15pm 3 days a week)
* A 4 flight Stairmaster wellness program
* On-sight insecurity system (seen in foreground of sales photo)
* Community courtyard that triples as dumpster and dog kennel


All jokes aside, this place was/is a rad pocket of Philly. I'm sure it will be missed.

Buzz? Word!

Obviously I know little about styling hair, so Dan had to get a shape up the next day. Sorry Dan.

Neighbor Jay

This is my neighbor Jay. I like him a lot. According to my mother, we have known each other since we were kids. Neither of us remember that though. One time in conversation, while referencing a local tattoo artist, he pointed at one of his face tattoos. He mistakenly pointed to the opposite side of his face. This lead me to wonder: "How many tattoos does one have to have before one forgets were they're face tattoos are?". He has since gotten one more. Maybe two.

If you give a kid a camera.............

This is what the future looks like. It looks just like the past. He has the same goals his father had, to squeeze as much fun out of the day as possible. He he laughs at the same things his father found funny. Farts are timeless. It is almost impossible for us to not become our parents. However, it is possible for us to be the parents we want our children to become.