"Hey Dad, what's with the horse?"
"Some guy's hustle was he'd go around the South Side with a horse and some props and charge people to take pictures on the horse."
"OH NO, WHAT IF *HE* IS MY REAL GRANDPA?"
"Some guy's hustle was he'd go around the South Side with a horse and some props and charge people to take pictures on the horse."
"OH NO, WHAT IF *HE* IS MY REAL GRANDPA?"
"Who're THESE immigrants?"
"That's my uncle Milford... probably not his real name. That's your grandma Sylvia... definitely not her real name. This is probably Esther."
"Who's the baby?"
"No idea. Must be one who died."
"That's my uncle Milford... probably not his real name. That's your grandma Sylvia... definitely not her real name. This is probably Esther."
"Who's the baby?"
"No idea. Must be one who died."

And finally... LOOK AT THIS FUCKING JEWBAG
...and his motherfucking Bulls tie. Jordan era, baybeee!
(from my b'nai mitzvah with my sister Shayna
)
...and his motherfucking Bulls tie. Jordan era, baybeee!
(from my b'nai mitzvah with my sister Shayna

By request... new old adorable kid/regrettable teen pics of me (and my sister who just looks like a perfectly fine normal human at all ages)
{Fig. 1} yah, of course a nylon White Sox jacket
{Fig. 2} Shayna's friend Mara in the middle is the reason she was friends with all the skinhead girls in high school
{Fig. 3} yah, of course we're in front of Manny's, HAPPY HANNUKAAAAH


{Fig. 2} Shayna's friend Mara in the middle is the reason she was friends with all the skinhead girls in high school
{Fig. 3} yah, of course we're in front of Manny's, HAPPY HANNUKAAAAH




Halloween 1970, supposedly dressed as a greaser. My dad was Nick Cave before Nick Cave was, apparently.