Heading to Detroit to hang with my bestie, Wes and his family.
Me and Wes…and his friend on the way to see Kit Kat.
Liz’s amazing breakfast. GOOD EATING.
Winston, the frenchie at Partridge Creek Mall.
Wes and his mom. We waited forever for our food. And it was cold. Some are calling us heroes.
Hanging in the basement. This is the evening I talked to Harvey Fierstein. That damn swimming pool that was on the wall behind him. Dead.💀
Early drafts…I remember writing this opening and feeling like I was on to something.
Heading home from Detroit.
