So I am not sure who threw confetti all over the place last week, but the manager of Happy Endings like pulled me off to the side and said he knew it was me and that he considered it vandalism.  Let me be the first to tell you that glitter and confetti make me cry.  I do not like waking up three days after a party with glitter in my eye.  So fuck man, not my fault.

I am not sure that anything else of note happened last night.  I had to turn down a job shooting a LVHRD event because of work, which was not awesome, and um…

Okay, yesterday was a wash.  Clearly nothing at all happened.  But still, there are pictures.

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