Jim at my house

Jim at my house
A Unique and somewhat, conspiracy /food addled review of small moments captured in San Francisco of an ex art student working the hyper marketing gig in a mad, mad world!

Jimeno and his daughter Julia... they freaking love Jackson to death. She or Jimeno will come over often to borrow the cat. They both claim he loves to listen to her play the piano. At first I thought it was odd... but to be honest when she plays the piano I can hear him galloping around their apartment like a horse. Jimeno also claims Jackson loves the “Jamón” that he and Julia feed him.

On the corner of 2nd and Mission there's this weird ass mexican/italian salad bar pizza place. There you will find a 60ft. salad bar, 20 rows of Bain-maries filled with macaroni, potatoes, grilled chicken, fairy wings and butt-sauce. There is also a 30-foot long 3-tier glass rack filled with every pizza you can think of. I go here once a week to relax, eat a meal fit for a king and read about what is "going-on" in the world of restaurants and music.

Aishiteta to nageku ni wa
Amari ni mo toki wa sugi te shimatta
Mada kokoro no hokorobi o
Iyasenumama kaze ga fuiteru

This is where I work... It's kind of like "The Black Lodge" from Twin Peaks... except it gets sun light. This also happens to be where 75% of the Internet is made.

Raul (on the left), Greg (on the right) and I (behind camera) are talking. We're in a band and this was a shot from a break we took. It looks like they're waiting for cloths to dry, but really we've just been waiting...

I used to play a lot of video games. I don't anymore, because I met Tim. Tim knows so much about 'pooters and games and stuff... I just get close to him for like 10 minutes every 3-5 days. Then I just kind of "hug it out"... in a psychic way... like osmosis... Tim's cool like that. Kind of like a dreamland, Chuck Nacho Norris Libra Blinded Me With Science way... go Tim!