ian and his roomies had a lil bash at their place just before i had to hit the road, bus, plane, second plane, bus and skateboard home to barcelona. these are a few of the pics, actually, from the night before the party...
i'd heard if you blow smoke into a dog's ear, it get's 'em lit. so i tried on my dawg.
...and of course, jack was there to help us get to where we needed to get.
trace must have said some funny stuff... i never laugh.
nicest guys.
thanks, pac! glad you stuck with me through all these beers!
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