Two years ago I lived in a magical place known as Los Angeles with two wonderful people known as Downer and the Captain. Together we did everything there is to do:
- Ate Mexican food
- Watched television
- Imagined what life would be like if we were in a band
Above is a picture of one of my favorite photos, because it involves all three things. We had just eaten Mexican food and later we would watch TV. Most importantly, in that moment we were shooting the cover for our near-future platinum selling album. I wish I could tell you the name of the band or embed one of our hot numbers, but I can’t. Within a month the fake band was broken up. Downer said it was because of creative differences. I claimed it was the drugs. The Captain was probably right, as he always is, when he pointed out it was because I moved to a different state.
Looking back, it seems but a dream.
