Brad Walsh

No More Children

It’s Take Your Daughters and Sons to Work Day, or something like that. Other peoples’ kids in and around my office, staring at me in the elevator like I’m doing something other than just standing there uncomfortably. This amounts to me having to take lunch far, far away. Also, our sixty-year old doorman was hitting on a fourteen-year old girl in front of her mother, who was totally creeped out. That’s what you get for taking your kid to work. I hope she sits on the auto-stapler.

Here’s a giant, yet-unfinished co-painting that Kathy and I are working on for above the couch:

And some Tuesday pictures of Dominoe and Kelsey in the car, Sloan smoking, Kyle doing something strange, and Ray Ray on his last night here:

Can we talk about how half of the MySpace millions are currently using junk-mag.com images by Brad Walsh? Including a bunch of my favorite ladies, who you should all befriend: Sarah, Gurj, Karen, Ollie, and Sharon (and Kathy and Jess and Naya and Janelle and Dana but not Sloan).