Rock, man, you find your look and die in it…here I am, forever rock chickening across the road, which is my kitchen after a hellish attempt to drive around a few places for the latter part of this afternoon. On our way to a parteee on the eastside for a baby Shoooomer who’s reached adulthood, supposedly, partying like it’s 1989…but just back from a few hours reacquainting with one of the first people I ever interviewed, when I was a teenager, for Loaded (before it turned into lame porn, it had intentions to change the face of journalism in a gonzo-styleeeee). Got a project he’s helping me on. So happy about that. Boots, a gift from the generous Kelli Ali, she picked them up in San Francisco. Jeans, always the same, McQueen. Shirt, Antiq Batiq, Kelli gave me this too, from LA. Jacket, McQueen.