Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside The face in the mirror won’t stop The girl in the window won’t drop A feast of friends “Alive!” she cried Waitin’ for me Outside!

Friends reunion dinner for Kimberly Ann at Tac Quick. Fang and new waitress May took care of us as did bartender Bradford. I shocked all by drinkng beer. It’s a school night and I stay liquor free. Afterwards Greg Drunken and I watched Bad Santa 2. I slept till alarm since I was up so late. 

Just two more days till Cheap Trick in Waukegan at the beautiful Genesee Theatre

 It’s looking like there’s another fun-filled rock n roll weAkend lined up as I have the first of two CHEAP TRICK concerts for 2017 to enjoy. There’s little doubt that they are one of the best live acts I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a few. Phil gets in around 545 tomorrow (Friday) and then we’re hitting up Tac Quick for dinner. I asked Fang to be our waitress so we’ll take a tall table in the bar area.

Saturday we’ll head to the train station early to take the ride to Waukegan to check into our room. I want to have some time to enjoy the pool amenities before we head out to the show. As it turns out the legendary rocker Adam Becvar is going to hang out and see the show. He has the same manager as CHEAP TRICK and it’ll be fun to have some chill time with someone who shares a lot of the same view as yours truly.

CHEAP TRICK go on at 8 so I imagine the show will be done by 10 which means we’ll have to find some place to chill as the pool will surely be closed. Most likely Buffalo Wild Wings which is a 6 min walk to the hotel and open till 1AM.

Sunday I’m make some seafood stir fry when we get back to the city and Greg Drunken is meeting us to go downtown and see Logan with Ashley when she gets off from work.

In a nutshell my diet is currently fucked and will be till the following week. The 17th is Zhou B Art Center w/ Greg on St Paddy’s Day and the 18th I have margaritas at Garcia’s with Emily and then dinner at Brauhaus with Greg Miner and Rich Frost both formerly of the Electric Hellfire Club. I told Emily she could hang around to meet them.

I knew things were gonna start getting mad busy as I went into this month.

As for tonight I’ll re edit and post the Frank DiMino interview and launch that internationally with the help of his management.

It’s getting exciting around here.




Eins, zwei, drei, vier
Fünf, sechs, sieben, acht
Uno, due
Três, quatro
One, two
Ichi, ni, san, chi
Adjin, dva, tri
Li, tva, tri

I itemized my expenses for my 2016 Tax filings which now go to my accountant Tom. It was nice to see how I became active again after my hip replacement surgery and some of it brought laughter from good memories especially hanging out at Chain of Lakes with Pete Berwick and some expenses were bittersweet. There was a lot related to travels and some very nice accommodations and one not so nice in  Bourbonnais. The highlight I think was my trip to Florida to see the Electric Hellfire Club.

I’ll be happy to put these numbers behind me and my next meeting with Tom is the 20th. 

Alex – I’ve had some damn good times in my life, many of them in the top five involve you…..Saturday was one for the record books….my adrenaline is still ‘Pegged’ – Bob “Newbomb Turk” Hoeksema

Chilled to the bone and five miles to home I’m messing in the dark and feeling all alone I got ice in my fire got the heat in my wire Inject a little heat I’m burning up the tires

The MK ULTRA KUT Original: A Emily Sifrit ”Stitch Witch’ rock n roll design.

“I’ve never limited myself to one kind of music. I feel that I’ve always had a sense for good music regardless of a genre.” – from THE MK  ULTRA STORY: “A Savage journey through the sweaty underbelly of rock n’ roll subculture”

Most amazing weAkend of the year so far. Everything went perfect and I did one of the best interviews of my career with one of my teenage idols.

“Never forget, rock n roll never dies” – Frank DiMino

In a world so full of wonder
With so many exciting things to do
It’s a shame
So many choose to just exist
Rather than to live

 Friday dragged but that was fine. I had one more day to go before I’d see, meet and interview Frank DiMino of the legendary 1970′s band ANGEL. As a 14-16 yr old I played 5 of their 6 albums frequently and looked at their pictures dreaming of seeing them live. They played Wheeling WV just about the time I started seeing shows but didn’t go. I was too young and besides I’d catch them next time. It was not meant to be and they disbanded in 1980. Still I planned on getting their moniker tattooed on on my shoulder and I dropped off the SINFUL album at the tattoo shop one summer day after radio broadcasting classes in Wheeling WV. It was also not meant to be as they discovered I was only 17 yrs old. I would not get my first tattoo for another 10 years. I fucking loved ANGEL.

The ANGEL logo is ambigrammatic; it reads the same when turned upside-down as when viewed normally.

Fast forward to the summer of 1999 and I stopped at Bob Hoeksema’s house for a BBQ before doing my radio show out of Elgin later that night. He was playing ANGEL from his boom box outside and I was flabbergast that someone else knew ANGEL. I should have known it was BH and we have a lot in common. He not only knew ANGEL he loved them too adn saw them many times. He so loved them in face he still has his tickets and a tour program from the SINFUL tour. He also had slides from their second to last concert ever at Alpine Valley. That was 17 years ago. As fate would have it when lead singer Frank DiMino released his first ever solo album and he booked one of 3 concerts in the US at stop from Illinois was on the roster and you know Bob and I would be going together. I contacted DiMinos management and they sent me a photo release form to sign and scheduled us for an in person interview day of show.

Friday after the show I came home, watched some TV, worked on the book some more and took a call from Ashley who called to tell me she misses me so we made plans to meet up when I got home Sunday. I took a sleep pill ad went to bed. I woke up early around 6 made breakfast packed my bags and went to Union Station to hang out for a bit before my 1040 train to Aurora. I arrived at noon and walked out to where my chariot was waiting. Bob in his beautiful slick black Cadillac. We were both very excited and stopped to have lunch at the new Pig Dog Pub.



Pig Dog Pub 1250 South Broadway Montgomery, IL used to be a bar called Elmer’s which I liked enough but PDP blows it away on every level. First of all it’s bright, spacious and clean. Very clean. I had browsed the menu and thought it seemed a bit pricey still my friend Bob ate there once, gave it a thumbs up and I thought, “why not?” I already knew what I was going to order and it was the signature sandwich the Pig Dog, a beer-braised Duroc pork belly with barbecue sauce, provolone and Swiss cheese and spicy Dijon served with an apple fennel slaw, and hand-cut fries. Bob ordered a burger abd we both had a 16 oz Heineken at only $4 each. Unreal. It took a few minutes to decide from their lengthy drink menu features a wide variety of specialty cocktails and craft and traditional beers. Lots of craft beer option.


When my order came I gazed at the sandwich and thought for a moment it was a bit small for $11 but quickly changed my mind after the first bite. This was by far one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever eaten. I savored the damned thing and was so full I could not even finish my fries. I really can’t wait to go back in the warm weather and enjoy one on the patio with the breeze off of the Fox River. .


Pig Dog Pub gets my highest rating for food, service and atmosphere and it’s no wonder why this new hot spot was so crowded at noon on a Saturday.


We left PDP and went to Bobs house aka Tubby’s Drive In. I put my bags down and we listened to some tunes and drank a couple beers (Point) over the afternoon before heading off to the venue, Arcada Theatre 105 E Main St, St Charles, IL.


Built in 1926 by local millionaire and Chicago Tribune cartoonist Lester J. Norris. The new theater was a $500,000 example of the Norris family’s confidence in the future of St. Charles. The Arcada became known as one of the outstanding Vaudeville houses in the Fox River Valley. Many legendary stars have graced the stage, including George Burns and Gracie Allen, Judy Garland, Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy, Olivia DeHavilland, the John Phillip Sousa Band, Liberace, Mitzi Gaynor, Cornelia Otis Skinner, Vincent Price, Carol Channing, Jeanette MacDonald, Walter Slezak and the Von Trapp Family Singers. Andrew Dice Clay recorded his Showtime special “Indestructable” at the theater in August 2012.


As Bob was parking the black beauty my phone rang and it was Andrew the tour manager for Frank DiMino and he was just checking in with me and told me to come inside the door and he’d meet up with us. He had a thick New England accent that has become very familiar to me over time being I have so many friends from that region of the country. It was during sound check that he did walk over to me shake hands and proclaimed, “They tell me you’re the guy to talk to” in regards to booking Frank within the Chicago city limits. It was flattering and I was taken back because sometimes I really dp forget who it is that I am.


As we hung out in the lobby I was in shock of the patrons. Pretty much everyone was very drunk. The men and most of the women all shared the same body shape. They were all very loud and boisterous and I was glared at many times for being as well dressed as I was. Most of the people looked as if they had rolled out of bed and put on whatever was laying on the floor and came out. It was shocking being that St Charles is known for being such an upscale neighborhood. One guy was such a jerk that the 3 times we crossed paths he tried to start shit with me. There was a person at one point so out of it that security had to force him to sit in a chair that they asked me to bring over because the guy could barely stand. I seriously could not believe what I was witness to. In short they were all very rough around the edges. It was also 100% white, I did not see one person of color or of any other ethnicity. The whole ordeal was very hard to swallow.

As far as accommodating Bob and I (Bob is in a wheelchair and requires assistance when it comes to stairs) most of the staff was clueless and pretty much told us there was nothing they could do. But I am persistent and to do this interview solo was not going to happen. I could not and would not have done it without Bob. I connected with a security guard who assured me that when the time came we could be taken care of. I was relieved and I took my seat in the 3rd row stage left as Bob’s wheelchair was in front of all of the rows where he would remain and take photos of the show that I never thought in my life I would see.

The show was running late but would prove to be well worth it. After all, I’ve waited 40 plus years to see this guy sing in person. Frank and his band came out to a round of applause backed by an instrumental of a rendition of a Beatles staple and kicked open the show with a new song “Tonight’s the Night” and followed it up with Angel favorite “Feelin’ Right” which blew me away to the point where I felt 15 yrs old again. The 9-song set was sprinkled with some big Angel rockers the likes of “Don’t Leave Me Lonley”, “Can You Feel It”, “The Fortune”, “Rock n Rollers” and “The Tower” as well a new songs from Franks debut solo ‘Old Habits Die Hard’ album, “Never Again” and “Rockin’in the City”.

DiMino’s touring band was tight and one think that really stood out was how much fun the singer was having performing for his fans. I’ve never seen a front-man smile so much while performing and at 66 years old he has as much energy and finesse as any youngster out there. In face most of them don’t even kick as much ass as Frank DiMino did this night. Of course his voice did not lose any luster either as he sang as well as he did over 40 years ago and its no wonder that he gives singing lessons. I’d be lying if I didn’t confess that I did indeed have goosebumps.

Frank DiMino (center) 

Known to millions of people as the lead singer of 70s iconic rock group ANGEL. Known for their elaborate stage show and all-white costumes, Casablanca Records signed ANGEL to a multi-album deal upon the recommendation of KISS without even hearing the band play. They released six albums for Casablanca and toured non-stop playing American arenas with Aerosmith, Rush, Journey, Styx, Ted Nugent, and others. A highly successful Japanese tour would include two nights headlining the legendary Budokan and being greeted with “Beatlemania-like” fans at the airport. ANGEL appeared on the television shows American Bandstand, Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert, The Midnight Special, and in the film “Foxes”. Years later after ANGEL disbanded a revamped version of the group was formed with several new members which resulted in a new album and live shows in Europe and America.

As would be expected I was so much hungry for more as I have so many angel songs in my head and wish I could have made a set list for them to play but that is unrealistic, at this time. And I say that with good reason.

We went out into the entrance hall and waited as the drunks and mouthbreathers made hour hour long wait unbearable. I felt like I was back in Indiana. I only saw one other long hair and the only attractive woman at the who was the young lady Rachael who was in charge of the guest list and photo passes. More than a few times I was approached and asked which band I was a part of. At one point I replied to an apology, “That’s okay I get that a lot.” Bob was starting to feel as we were getting blown off and I said lets give it 25 more minutes and no sooner had I said that than I saw Andrew looking around for us. It was going down and it would in a very rock n roll manner. One of the very and I say very accommodating security guards secured us a storage room on the top floor to do the interview. It was a dump but it provided what we needed and it was almost funny on every level.

We all walked in and pulled chairs from the piles of “stuff” and as Bob set up the recorder he took notice of a huge iron safe against the wall and proclaimed “I’d like to take a crack at that safe.” Andrew asked “You want to take a crap on that safe” and mentioned that he left his nitroglycerin at home. It would be the first of many laughs captured digitally. I told Frank I had a message from our mutual friend Kenny Ryback and told him Kenny says hello. 

As you can read in the interview it all went very well. I let Bob ask some questions and it wasn’t so much of an interview as it was a discussion filled with great stories and anecdotes. It was so strange that I had never actually seen him perform before this night and with the industry insiders who I consider good friends, I really knew what I was talking about. in the interim Bob gave Frank and Andrew 30 or so slides from Angel’s next to the last concert ever and got his tour programm signed. They were very gratful for the slides. I felt a wave of envy sweep over me. I wished so much I had seen the band back in the day. As we parted ways Cheap Trick came up, I mentioned I’d be seeing them next week and Franks asked me to tell them “Hello” as if they were friend’s of mine. Which they are not. Yet.

Andrew gave me his card and we told each other we’d stay in touch and as we all left the comfy confines of the less than luxurious storage room BH noticed another giant iron safe in the room. Then we had to brace the drunks on the way out and got to the card and shot back to Bobs house where he cooked me the best store bought pizza I’ll ever have (again) and I took a pill and fell asleep on the leather sofa with his big German Sheppard Lugar sleeping at my feel the entire night.

Nowhere as cool as Bobs ANGEL tour program but a signed CD nonetheless

I love Breakfast at Tubby’s

I woke early by habit and so did Bob and he made us some coffee and a very nice breakfast as usual. I was anxious to get home and upload photos and I had him take me to the Aurora tran station early so I could hang out it’s walls. What can I say I have a thing for train stations. Really.

The Two Brothers Roundhouse, formerly the Walter Payton Roundhouse, America’s Historical Roundhouse, and Chicago, Burlington, & Quincy Roundhouse and Locomotive Shop is a historic building converted to a restaurant in Aurora, Illinois. It was originally constructed in 1856 as a roundhouse for the Chicago & Aurora Railroad (later Chicago, Burlington & Quincy Railroad) and served in this capacity until 1974. It was abandoned until 1995, when a group of investors led by Walter Payton purchased it and converted the building to an entertainment complex. Its most recent tenant is Two Brothers Brewing. The building is the oldest limestone roundhouse in the United States and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
The structure was abandoned for twenty-one years. It was added to the National Register of Historic Places on February 16, 1978. In May 1988, the American Society of Mechanical Engineers recognized the roundhouse as a landmark in mechanical engineering for its “innovative railroad yard machine shop.” In 1995, the Aurora City Council voted to allow an investment group led by former Chicago Bears running back Walter Payton to purchase the building. The building re-opened in 1996 and hosted a brewpub, restaurant, museum, and open-air pavilion. Among the artifacts in the museum is Payton’s championship ring from Super Bowl XX. The complex received a National Preservation Award on October 22, 1999, only days before Payton’s death.

I walked into the Two Brothers Roundhouse retaurant and took a seat at the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary from the bartender Danny who would prove to be a great salesman of the venue. A bike rider named Nick (from DrunkCyclist PH an org which I will soon be joining) took a seat next to me and we talked bike riding as I ordered another Bloody and asked Danny to make it a double. I got a nod of approval from both men. I got my tab and it was a whopping $13! That’s for 2 drinks with 3 shots. It was a perfect near end to a perfect weekend. I shook hands with my new friends and took a seat on the train and within 90 minutes was back in the Windy City. I took the train home, went to Wagreen’s and came home unpacked my bags took a shower and prepared to see Ashley when she got off work. As I arrived Bob had already transcribed the 17 page interview and sent it to me. I met Ash for dinner at Tac Quick and then bought some Fruit Punch vodka and spent the remaining hours going over the materials I have gathered for the MK ULTRA Story book. She really got into it it and I could tell she had a lot of appreciation for the items I have organized thus far.


Monday morning I woke too early, took 150mg of Trazadone and knocked myself back into sleep. It would be a day to unwind and write this lengthy confession.

Thanks to the security at The Arcada, Dave Tedder from Head First Entertainment, Andrew Arsenault, Frank DiMino, Pig Dog Pub and Danny at Two Brothers Roundhouse and last but not least one of the best friends a guy could ever ask for Bob “Newbomb Turk” Hoeksema.


The Redhead On The Red Line Blues

This is my story

you may know how I feel

when love hits ya like a bus

you know its for real

After work we locked eyes

coming off of the train

I walked down the plattform behind her

and into the rain

Once I was outside

Saw her inside the store

she shot me a smile

But I wanted more

Now I spy her same time every day

and the story is always the same

I wanna ask for number

But fall right off of my game

Cats got my tongue but  I’ve nothing to lose

I can’t help it I have the Redhead on the Red Line Blues

At the first stop who did I see

walk down the aisle and she sat next to me

I thought man here is my chance

a shot a true rockin romance

Yeah he’s been on my mind

I want her right by my side

But each day I’d see her

I’d get crazy tongue tied

The next time I saw her

I wanted to ask for her name

then I lost my nerve again

I’m the only one to blame

The last time I saw her

was the last time she saw me

I thought this is my chance

But it was not meant to be

Cats got my tongue but I’ve nothing to lose

My friends tell me “YOU’VE got the Redhead on the Red Line Blues”

“I like it! 8 bar blues. We can tweak it a bit but I hear that raspy voice of yours belting it out.”- Greg Duncan

Jay Panick and Stephen Pearcy of RATT the night before Frank

Herbert Migdoll

One of the greatest benefits of living this path I’ve chosen is the opportunity to meet like minded creative talents and one is the world renown artist Herbert Migdoll who actually thought at first Max was the publisher of MK ULTRA since he looks more contemporary. Imagine how flattered I was to receive the following letter from the man whose art made teh cover of TIME Magazine back in 1968.

Dear Alex,

Thanks so much for attending the Third Friday event at the Zhou B. Art Center. It was a pleasure sharing my work with you and your friends and appreciated your enthusiasm.

Look forward to seeing you at another Friday soon!


Herbert Migdoll

TIME Magazine Mar. 15, 1968

Mr. Migdoll was by far my favorite artist that I’ve met on my most recent visit to Zhou B Art Center and I look forward to visiting him again on March 17th. He has great stories, has lived an extraordinary life and I look forward to spending many more hours in his company and learning more about him in the future. 




In a bar that’s always closing In a world where people shout I don’t wanna talk this over I don’t wanna talk it out I was quite impressed until I hit the floor Isn’t that what friends are for? Pain looks great on other people That’s what they’re for

A lil early weAk self medication. Bad Santa 2 is even raunchier UNRATED. I’m in tears and it was much needed. 

Mentally drained and in order to beat the predicted thunderstorm home I left work at 444P. As I got off at my stop I made eye contact with a stunning redhead (on the redline) she had perfect hair and in syncronicity we both brushed our hair from our eyes and she shot me a smile. Maybe it was because I was being a gentleman and allowing other departing passengers to exit down the stairs before me. Once outside I opened my umbrella saw her inside of Alta Vista. 

I hadn’t felt so lazy after work ever that I can recall that I was going to do literally nothing. Once inside the storm began to rage, I dropped my bags, undressed, put on confy lounge clothes, opened the kitchen window so the cats could go in and out at their will, poured a drink and watched Bad Santa 2 and all of the extras. It was still early but I still took sleep meds, downed the last of the NyQuil watched a few AC/DC Bon Scott era videos and went to bed with PBS WTTW on the box and the storm outside of my bedroom window. I slept till 430A.


A smile can open a heart quicker than a key can open a door

Some of you closer to my circle may know that for about 3 years, maybe more I’ve been struggling with coming up with official lyrics for a concept I’ve had for a song with a killer title, “Redhead on the Red Line Blues”. We’ve toyed with it in our jam sessions and I’ve had to ad lib the lyrics over the years. When asked repeatedly why there’s not one version I’vd had the same answer: I need the inspiration. I need to feel it. I don’t feel it. Well, suffice to say I found it the other night on the rainy commute home as you’ve read above. Now I’ve always been a pretty quick word man but this was one I want to stand the test of time since I’ve wanted to record it and press it to a 45 RPM record. No sooner had I felt the inspiration that I sat down and come up with the lyrics and I’ve very satisfied and the chorus is done too. When I feel inspiration words just flow like a barrel over Niagara Falls. I know who the musicians are I plan to use with the exception of a percussionist. For that I’ll turn to my friends in W.O.R.M. and see who they suggest. I’d really like to get Dave Thomas who has sat in on a few big jam sessions here at Casa Diablo. I’m just very happy, or I should say thrilled that I finally got this monkey off my back. I knew I had a great title and concept but I’ve never written that way before. It’s comforting to have found the inspiration. Thanks to that storm for me leaving work early that day.

Baby Baby Baby Baby

A few changes have been made on the cover

The other thing is the MK ULTRA Story. This is not a project of vanity and its certainly a lot of work. At the same time it’s helped me clear many boxes out of my haus and has brought back some amazing memories. The last thing I want to do is forget how it started, where I came from and the origin of yours truly, Alex Zander first as a write and then as an identity. I’m doing this for the readers, the followers and the fans. For the past 10 years I’ve practically been begged to do an annual or a one off or even to get back into the game. In reality it makes no sense. That era is dead. There is nobody to advertise, nobody to distribute and no record labels to hound me and offer me material. Everything is done digitally now. If I get one promo CD a year that’s a surprise. Those that I do receive are the bands I’ve established personal relationships with. This will be the ultimate collection for fans. It’ll be story, the best of, the swag and the photos, most of which have never ever been published in print, online or seen otherwise. When it comes to that part Greg Duncan will be spending days with me going through thousands and organizing them by year and then we’ll choose the “best” of those. I’m sure the reader will be happy because I’ve forgot about so much of this simply because I did so many things at one time. Those were some wild fun filled and ultimately very creative years. Like I said this is a lot of work and right now my dining room is a cluster fuck but it’s all in the name of rock n roll. As well as love and appreciation for those of you that made that 10 year long run of print a reality.

world on fire world of pain find myself wanting you again all I want all I need let it be captured in my heart

Wired on caffeine. Too wired to handle the delicate work on the book. I got about 30 pages done this afternoon. Need a break. 

I’m on a detox weAkend, which means not even 1 drink, not even beer. Last night I got 10.75 hours of sleep. That’s a total of maybe 3 nights total over the past week. 25 mg OTC sleeping aid, 20 mg of Melatonin, plus 2 giant gulps of NyQuil and I slept 10.75 hrs. I could have slept longer if I wanted to but I had a 9 AM meeting with Emily to bring my vest to me as a finished product. Of the several dozens of people who have made false promises to me it’s nice to see someone finally came through. She did so much work on it and didn’t charge me a penny. She even drove 3x all the way from Kankakee County to meet with me. 

Friday I left work early after getting written up and warned for wearing my clown suit into the office. Seems some people were so freaked out that I got in trouble for what I saw as a simple harmless prank. I came home and still communicated with two people from the office on projects I work on tomorrow. I had been up since 2 AM and was shaking. After my warning I was even more stressed. I guess I need to go back and see Dr. Tong soon. 

Solid sleep Friday night was not much better. I was awake at 3 AM, went and ran a couple errands in the cold and windy weather and waited for my maid Maria to arrive at 11A and then went back out to do laundry. She did a great job and was done by 2P. She’s expensive but worth it and gave the flat a deep cleaning. It’ll be nice to use my oven again since the Thanksgiving turkey travesty of 2016. I cancelled the plans I had with Greg for Saturday and Sunday. I just need to detox and rest. The next two weeks I’m travelling for concerts out of town so this is my last chance for solitude for a while. 

I’m finding more and more material for the book as each day passes. I’ve got a visit from Matt Zane coming up to do the Mancow show and then it’s just rock n roll for stretch. 

What I really hope for is a visit from my brother in April. Some good ol family time is good medicine for what soul I have left. I have a weird feeling I am on the brink of a really good summer. 

I finally found something to make these a little brighter for the Warhol room. Two Crystal Head Vodka bottles I filled with fish tank gravel. Thanks to my friends at the House of Blues Foundation Room for these years ago.

Crystal Head Vodka is a brand of vodka manufactured by Globefill Inc. in Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. It was conceived of and founded by actor Dan Aykroyd and artist John Alexander in 2007.

Till next time



Perfect little dream the kind that hurts the most Forgot how it feels well almost No one to blame always the same Open my eyes wake up in flames It took you to make me realize It took you to make me see the light

Birthday girl Fang at Tac Quick

With Max at Sugar

Design by Emily Sifrit

Fun and games with AZ

Emily at El Palmar, who made my wonderful MK ULTRA leather cut

This was too perfect

 Squirting 101 the sequel

Strolling w/ Ash

Max Bravo man of a million talents

 Ash, Adrian and AZ

Missing Morgan Russell on a Sunny Sunday Mourning


Sugar Factory American Brasseri 55 E Grand Ave, Chicago

Bringing something SWEET to Chicago’s famed River North area, just off the mag mile. Created by a team of world-class chefs, the menu selections include everything from pancakes and sweet and savory crepes to salads, burgers, steaks and shakes, all available throughout the day. This celebrity favorite is sure to satisfy any sweet-tooth craving. Signature treats include famous Couture Pops, Smoking Goblet Cocktails, Candy-Infused Martinis, and the one-and-only King Kong Sundae. This 9300 square foot eatery features prime party and event space including a chef’s table, two private party rooms and retail space, complete with our sweet shop’s signature items. 


Straight out of the dressing room I wear my new clothes Fall down thinking about you Straight out of the dressing room I wear my new clothes Fall down thinking about you

A little gift for one of my fave waitress’ at Tac Quick

At El Palmar (photo by Emily)

My breakfast Saturday 2/18 930AM

 At Sugar with the lovely Ginger hostess

 Street art in my hood


 Max had me do this





Late night dinner at El Palmar 2/17

 Jazz Hands