CSFH, The Throbs, our friends, two airports – one closed, 12 hour wait.
Wearing a ton of makeup to cover a black eye.
Venus mistaken for a man by a dumbass cheerleader in a Los Angeles ladies room.
Lined up in Man Ray’s DJ booth squealing at our first glimpse of Chris Cornell shirtless and tossing his waist length hair.
An entire party of people fucked up out of their minds and rolling around on the floor of Kim Marino’s apt.
That adorable boy…
One of the funnest weeks of my life.
Wish I still had those boots.
Thanks for the photo, Christine. Can’t wait to read your account of this adventure.