Rude awakening

Psst, hey buddy, pssstt. The party's over. You got to go home.

 Photo proof is going above & beyond, don't you think.

Maybe their memories are just sloshed & don't want to risk forgetting me.

Nothing says solitude

like travel and your 3rd whisky at lunch. Nothing says solti-dude like a pathetic blog.

French Cafe

Ask a waitress to take a photo and she focuses on the food. Think the cheesecakes are sweating more or me? Out with Bea.

Happy 2014

A year and a half? really? it's been *that* long since I've been here. Heh, I must have been living right. Or in the clink. You guess which.

hanging out in Rome with a buddy for the night.