Left beautiful Frisco the other day to visit Houston.
Great views the entire way.
Went straight to the Drake hotel to kick back for a few minutes.
Then took a walk to stretch the legs and saw this bird chilling.
Saw the mall.
And then the homie Johnny Dang AKA TV Johnny. Sorry no photos.
Flash forward through some business and dinner at Papadeaux and I was peeping Paul's new jewelry backstage at House of Blues.
Complemented C-Stone on matching so damn well.
Of course my roll dog Doug came with me to H-Town. I seldom go anywhere without him. He's nice to me but can be your worst nightmare.
Aziz rules.
And by God does Willie Nelson have the cleanest signature.
I then took blurry photos of my friend Paul Wall doing it huge in his hometown. The night got ridiculous. Believe it. I'll leave it at that, and leave my camera in my pocket.
But I did manage to photo this office. Random as fuck. Doesn't it look like a straight-up set?
By sunrise I was working my way back to SFO.
24-hour trips are the best! Until next time Houston. I love you.
Please join me tonight at Diesel Books in Oakland to hear my friend Noah Levine discuss his new book, "The Heart of the Revolution: The Buddha's Radical Teachings on Forgiveness, Compassion, and Kindness". I did the cover artwork. The Diesel Bookstore at 5433 College Ave near Rockridge BART. His presentation begins at 7pm. Hope to see you there.
Thank God for cameras, because I don't remember taking half of these photos. Friday night I went to the Fillmore to see my friend Keith from Everytime I Die. He has a new band called The Damned Things, so I went and checked them out. The band has dudes from Anthrax, Everytime I Die and Fall Out Boy. Most random lineup ever!
Then shit got weird. After the show Scott Ian invited us to go see comedian Brian Posehn perform. If you ever have the chance to see one of his stand up shows, check it out! He was fucking hilarious! Thank you guys for the hospitality!
I don't remember too much after the show, but we all went to the bar next door and drank our asses off.
Chauncey, Keith, Brian and myself.
A true living legend! As a kid growing up listening to metal and playing guitar I never would have thought in a million years I'd spend a night partying with Scott Ian and Kirk Hammett! So crazy!
My homie Travie McCoy came thru SF recently. Always a pleasure to see him.
Sgt. Schleppers.
Bus life.
Stitchers.
Travie would hop on and off the bus signing autographs, doing interviews, and other things popular people do.
I couldn't stop laughing at this poor girl directly behind Travie puking her life up. I mean, damn, there is definitely a cuttier place to puke than directly in front of the venue. And my fucking Canon S95 couldn't capture this magical moment right. It kept auto-focusing on the windshield instead.