Fleet

This is the hot dog truck my 14 year old brother and I worked at last summer. It tended to the beach that our mother grew up on and had shared with us. She passed two months before to these pictures.

Matt landed his first three-sixty-flip.

Parents give their children money and allow them to travel down the beach in search of hot dogs and ice cream. This one in particular, double cheese burger.

Aaron would come out to lounge from time to time. 

In hopes that something could catch his eye.

Matt worked the register while I cooked. 

There was no surf this summer, so we just sat most the time.

My first hard copy of Vice. Aaron, the man who turned me on, brought it to me from the city. I left it in the truck and the next day it broke down. The next Vice I got to read was one of 500 that were delivered to me in order to distribute in San Diego.

The Irony.