I love this photo. This little doofus isn’t me, but I swear to god I now believe in dopplegangers. He’s my spitting image (right down to his propensity for drunken stupidity). Not only did I fool all my friends when I found this Vice Don’t*, I even worried my own father when I initially posted it as this blog’s banner photo (I wonder if he’s been back since).

Anyway, the current banner pic is a decidedly San Franciscan one, what with EMB peeking out like a wee strawberry in milk. The next banner (more like, “banger”!) to grace my blog should have more to do with a golden delicious, or, say, a granny smith.

This guy kinda looks like Five Points, huh?

*Let me state for the record I pretty much regret my “cyber textual graffiti bomb,” which Charlie explains on his blog. Like the guy in the photo, I was a far different person when I a.) wrote the story in the first place and b.) drank beer two years later and serially posted the story on the message boards of Vice’s first fiction issue. Could the photo above be a metaphor for how I’ll never get to write for Vice?

I hate drinking.

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