So, yeah. We were sitting on my friend’s rooftop waiting for the “Super-moon” to rise. We drank beer and talked about shared memories to kill the time and the cold. There were Star Wars references abound. Possibly too many, and possibly not enough – your call. Either way, I climbed back down the ladder with this picture in my head. In the words of Alec Guinness, “That’s no moon. That’s a space station!”

There’s something kinda pretty about painting your childhood on the moon.

T-shirt to follow… I’m lazy and busy… bad combination for a procrastinator.