juicebox

I'm back. CA was cool. My brother wore converse to his own wedding, I got to meet his mom, I saw five cops barely take down a shirtless dude (why are they always shirtless?), got drunk on the beach, got called a stoner by someone I never even met, and some other fun stuff that doesn't go here.

The good pics aren't developed cause I had to push the roll, fucking hippies.