I graduated.

Then we took a van ride.

This is my dad telling Danny he’ll never make it as a dj unless he loads up on Persian and Arabic music.

And then my mom fired Danny and put on her ipod. Then she brought out the bag o’ belly dancing skirts. Seriously.

Some of these 40 million photos were shot by Rick. They’re what I like to call the good ones.

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