What it is, babies? Miss me?
I think Steve mentioned earlier this week that I was out of town. Ashley and I took ourselves a drive on over to Ocean City, Maryland (not the O.C. — the O.C., know what I'm sayin’?). Her sister and mom and aunt and uncle came along, so while they were doing their family vacation thing, I got the chance to settle in and spend some time with a very important person I’ve been neglecting lately: Me.
Yeah, it was Toby Time. Sometimes you just need to get away from it all, go someplace new, read trashy magazine and watch some TV, am I right? (On that note, how awesome does that new Jimmy Smits “I quit the Supreme Court to fight for justice” series look? Goddamn.)
Lucky for you, Ashley was on hand with her camera to record a few choice moments of yours truly at the beach — moments I’m only too happy to share with you, babies.
Just arrived at the condo. Feels good to be outta that pillowcase, I’ll tell you that much.
Chillin’ before the beach. Is it bright in here to anyone else? Ashley lets me borrow her sunglasses. That’s girl’s got class. I claim partial credit for that — we go way back.
Relaxin’ on the deck, havin’ a little quiet time, a little T.B. time if you will. Can’t be beat.
A chance for reflection. If heroin and morphine are made from the same stuff, why not just always make heroin? I don’t think it would kill the market. Demand’ll always be high.
Surprised by the camera. She just snuck up behind me. Luckily, I’m photo-ready at all times. Goes with being good lookin’, I guess.
A moment later, more composed. That dog you see? That dog right there? That is one bad dog.
Strikin’ a pose. Givin’ the people what they want, baby.
All the lonely people . . . Where do they all come from? And who do you figure is their supplier?
Where’s my money?