O-Town

I took this picture in Oakland last night at about 1 AM. I was alone and trying to figure out how I was going to get back to San Francisco with no cash, a messed up ATM card that only works in Bank of American ATMs, and no real knowledge of Oakland's geography. I turned the corner on to MacArthur only to see a shadowy someone walking towards me. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then stuck her hand into the deep pocket of her windbreaker. After noticing the look of accepting my certain fate, the sketchily approaching middle-aged woman started laughing and said, "I'm just playin' I ain't gonna fuck wit you!" She laughed a lot, but I don't think pretending to pull a gun on a lost white kid in Oakland is a good practical joke.

Three days ago I realized how out of shape I am. Monday morning I got out of bed, which required the motion of basically doing one sit up. Since then, I have felt like I finished a week of ab ripper x.

Only I haven't. I have sat at a desk, snacked and done basic math.

Best job ever: I was asked to be the photographer for the Mr Roboto Presents 2009 Halloween Party/costume contest.










To view all of the contestants, go here.

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