We played and slept in students’ houses. Kyle made paintings on cardboard chunks from their garbage. We stopped the car and explored frequently. A stranger plays drums with the Microphones in a living room. We built a paper fortress and played inside it. We traveled with flashlights, butcher paper, ink, brushes, and flashlights. We were 2 good friends swept away in our own inside jokes and song experimentation. I have been pretty embarrassed over the years at my youthful brazen confidence, but now, 12 years removed, I’m glad these times were documented and I think they are interesting enough to show to others.