My great pal, Petro, and I. Note the fine pink Father’s Day Lacoste. Haven’t owned one since I was 9 and cut it off above the belly button. Good to be back.

Well embraced. Good to know we’re all still here, passing on the code.

“When you’re poor, and you don’t have a house anymore, you can just look in the trash for a bag and make yourself some clothes.”
-Mette

This was not a part of my childhood, though with my mop most days qualified. But I’m sure glad my ladies are always up for a goof, and always proud of their identities and the mash-ups therein.