
Just the other day, Seth, Wolfie, and I performed some community service work. No, not the usual orange jump-suited sort you see picking up trash on the side of the highway, but rather the kind where we prove to our community members that we really are just normal people, perhaps even less than so in many aspects. You see, soon after Holli—yes, that Holli—turned 18 and successfully trumped the age-gate, she jumped on an aeroplane and hit Los Angeles with a vengeance. Certain rules and regulations govern the flow of traffic in and out of jackassworld proper, though, so her innocent request for a field trip to our squalid domain was ultimately denied. However, a few of us did concede to meeting her just down the street for a morning intake of coffee. Anyway, Wolfie, despite his hobbled status, sucked it up in true “Make-A-Wish Foundation” fashion to make Holli’s Hollywood dreams come true (although overall I’d have to say she was underwhelmed at best). However, in looking closer at this photo taken after some caffeinated chit-chat, it would appear that he was actually high as a cartoon kite on pain pills the entire fucking time. Either that or he was trying to give Heath Ledger a run for his posthumous Academy award nomination.
(photo by Chloe; Hollywood, CA; 2008)