Life in downtown Albany is pretty sweet, especially when you have a local bar that is central to all of your friends. This is both dangerous and very awesome.
Day 8: Sun
Day 9: Front Door. Or, the first thing I saw that morning. And this is after I went to an auto car wash. Shit bombing birds must die.
Day 10: Self Portrait. Or, a portrait of my mess of a morning, which will tell you way more than a picture of my face… it wouldn’t have been pretty.
