There is something about my brother and fish—what is it you ask? Well that is hard to explain. It’s always been like that, from one of my fondest childhood memories when he fed my little goldfish to his fresh water creatures and instead of eating them whole they just nibbled and the little guys ended up swimming around his tank with chunks bitten off of their flesh for hours to his infamous NYC “I would rather starve than not have my fish” quote.
Here’s his latest aquatic creation (sorry Mare) found next to the pew and the organ on the stage in his loft. Oh San Francisco.
Obviously, I am in weird mood today. Maybe it's the rain? Maybe it's the hangover?
P.S. Don't listen to anything I say when I am hungover.