Rodrigo, exhorting the advantages of bread consumption along with alcohol.

    What I saw the morning after an overnight shift. When I got off the bus, I walked east, not west. Calling occupants!

    Kathleen Hanna: activist, musician, indie goddess, with the bookshopslave.

    Eric, his boo, and some poo. New Year's 2002 finds Eric on the receiving end (again) of a drunken gag.

    Madame Mao. A good listener, but not a good source of advice.

    Rod and Doug at one of my drinking sessions. One of my favorite photos taken with the digital camera.

    The G.I. Joe Hovercraft Killer W.H.A.L.E. (Warrior: Hovering Assault/Launching Envoy). Whatever the hell that's supposed to be.

    Quite possibly, the worst unaltered picture of myself I've ever taken. How the hell did that come out like that?

   The only picture I have of myself on New Year's.

   A shot of my room, where all the action happens.

   The saving graces of the Miami-Dade public transit taken on New Year's Day (yes, I had to work).

   I guess I really don't have any flattering pictures of myself. This one isn't quite as unsettling as the earlier one, but still kinda weird.