Early 1970's cocktail napkin found at my mom's house.

"Mountain Goat," he wrote.

Just One of the Guys, 1985

Damn fine reading material. Doctor Spektor, 1974

Vintage Ad: Seagram's Seven Crown, 1989

Ann-Margret in The Swinger, 1966

Damn fine reading material, 1976

Just the saddest and ugliest chair. Like ever.

Creeping into October

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He’s dressed like a saucy celebrity regular on Match Game that constantly slays the host, breaks up contestants, and shocks audiences with his brilliant off-color answers. Dragged out to play a round of golf, The Paco Camino Man completes an exclusive country club foursome, unleashing a ridiculously amazing clinic on how to play this stupid non-sport. “With my pro baseball experience and my college night-putting exploits, I’ll just play it out of the ocean beneath a 200-foot cliff and roll it on the green.” Ahem, just to let you know, he teed off blindfolded after shotgunning a beer and smoking a jazz cigarette. In fact, he once made an approach off a beached whale's blowhole during a round with a neurotic wannabe marine biologist, a hipster doofus, and an observational comedian. Shit, sometimes, just for the fuck of it, he solves cartoonish crimes with a few close friends, the Harlem Globetrotters, and a stoner dog in a custom Mystery Machine van.