You know the score pal. If you’re not cop, you’re little people.
King Christopher, Copper and Camus chilling in the puppy bed.
Taking the plunge in Queenstown, New Zealand.
King Christopher and cousin Greg philosophizing in Banff
Marilyn, Patricia, Copper and Camus—ie. the girl’s club.
My first roommate Graham (now in San Francisco) from
when I bought my house on 28 February 1991.
Andrew and King Christopher after the Banff Citizens Road Race
Copper and Camus logging off.
Camus and Copper crying for help.
Copper, Camus and King Christopher sunning at the Heartland
King Christopher smooching lawyer Sonya at Melissa’s in Banff.
Which way to the chairlift?
King Christopher, Kafka, Copper, Camus, the neighbor’s kids,
the Rouge Rocket and the Green Monster
Keri and King Christopher after Melissa’s Road Race in Banff
King Christopher and a six-pack of girls.
Camus at eight weeks with King Christopher on Crescent Road.
On the bus in New Zealand.
Kafka, Caroline, Allison, Camus and Birdy struggling towards daylight.
Camus and King Christopher in a self-portrait
The sweetheart Margo.
The sweetheart Margo and King Christopher
The think tank where I formulated The Theory of One—thus
defining pi cosmically for all Eternity
King Christopher and Andrew and way too much information
The bookshelves/stairs to the loft that
I constructed with 2x2s, 2x4s, 2x12s and 188 bolts.
Camus and the dyslexic ontological argument for
the existence of Dog