Professionally hand-drawn "DOCTOR" sign on Fire Island. See the deer in the background?
My balcony in Ocean Beach.
Another from the Summer of 2006 on Fire Island. My buddy PK and I watched the sun come up more than a few times, not necessarily intentionally.
I don't know if you can tell from looking at this photo, but that's the coolest cat that ever lived.
This six-year-old kid walking down the street on five-foot stilts knocked me out. In Brooklyn.
Another one from when I lived in Park Slope. I really like this photo, except for the fact that the stupid wood-paneled minivan is the only thing in focus, feh.
The Mr. Youth mascot. Basically you're looking at the Uncle Buck of advertising.
That's my arm. I don't know what I was doing, something mysterious as usual, I'm sure.
Ween at Terminal 5 in New York, most irksome venue ever.
Cash Cab was filming outside the bar where I worked. A couple of our customers got on the show (hammered) and bombed miserably.
Ad for a new apartment building, posted in the bathroom at Bull McCabe's on St. Marks. Some joker wrote, "I already live in a room this small." Sigh. I miss New York. Remember the Manhattan Mini Storage subway ads? "You closet's so narrow it makes Cheney look liberal." "Your closet's so shallow it makes Paris look deep." "Your closet's scarier than Bush's agenda." Ha.
I guess that wraps up the New York segment of cameraphone closeout, more soon.