Yesterday I located a bunch of old photos that people have been asking me about. They were all taken with 35mm cameras, so any reprints would have to be made from negatives. Most of my negatives are stockpiled in shoeboxes in the top of my hallway closet and there’s absolutely nothing at the moment that can get me in there to drag them down. Therefore I decided to take the original photos to be scanned and put on a CD over at Walgreens. My friend, K., recently lost her cat, Tiger, who lived to be about 21 years old! I found a photo of my ex punk rock boyfriend and me over at her apartment playing with Tiger when he was just a kitten. Then there was a French guy that I occasionally went out with. One weekend his roommate, roommate’s girlfriend, he and I went to Palm Springs together. I found a picture of 3 of us together; the roommate was the one who took the photo. Then there was a wild weekend in New Orleans with 8 of us, 4 guys and 4 girls. I found a photo of 7 of us (the 8th took the photo, of course) in a suite at the old Pontchartrain Hotel. I’ll spare you most of them, but let’s just say I had a much wilder life back in L.A. than here in San Francisco!
