During my last visit to my old drinking hole in San Francisco, the Gangway—right before I moved back to LA—I was having a few beers with one of the bar’s many characters I had befriended: Guy was his name. He had told me a few times about how he was a metal sculptor...

Years ago, my good friend Eddy took me to meet his friends in Mexico City. It was my first big trip outside of the States. One of the highlights was going to visit Frida Kahlo’s’ house, The Blue House as it’s called. It’s in the borough of Coyoacán where she was born,...

While going to school for graphic design, I was required to take a figure drawing class. My father, of course, was totally against it. “They’re gonna make you draw naked people! I’m not paying for you to go to school and draw men’s weenies, I tell ya what!” I paid for...