Last weekend was fucking awesome! I don’t really know what influenced my decision to head up to Portland, ME, but I somehow made it there on Halloween. Luke and I hung out in Boston on Friday, and then drove up in his Yota on Saturday. The drive went by fast with good conversation and music. It felt kind of weird walking around in MECA, yet driving back into Portland was easily comparable to returning home. The salty air, coble stone streets, matt shitting his pants, and the sighting of a bum on every corner put me at ease. It’s so pleasing to show up unannounced in a ridiculous costume and party like it is the last day of my life. It brought back so many good memories. Plus, instead of candy this year, I was spoiled with fresh new work AND a Polaroid Automatic 250 Land Camera from Luke. This year was a Halloween I will never forget...
