Adventures In Baltimore 2012: Day Three

To the three or four people who read this blog, I apologize for the delay. I felt wiped out after my trip, and I couldn't get things into gear. Part of my brain felt locked up, which explained why I wound up getting off the local train one stop too early and looked for a car that wasn't near where I actually parked it. Also, Blogspot has been annoying me; for some reason, I get these empty, stillborn media players pop up in my posts whether I'm away from home and browsing with Explorer, and I have no idea how they got there.

So . . . final day in Baltimore. I wanted to hit the breakfast buffet, but the hotel restaurant was packed, mostly with Yankees fans loading up before the series finale against the O's. So I wound up grabbing a cinnamon bun and scarfing it down in my hotel room. I had to check out early, though the hotel was nice enough to hold onto my luggage while I went to the convention center. By the way, I move that a group of Yankees fans should be called a "giuliani." Just a random thought.

Looking back, the day was rather mellow. I got my sketchbook back from Danielle, and her sweet sketch of Emma Stone as Gwen Stacey. I wound up with six sketches in the book, as well as Emma Frost from Sara Richard on a blank covered X-Men Giant-Size #1. Most of the time, I wandered the aisles, looking for new artists to draw in my book. What can I say? I'm an addict. Because I wanted to save money, I had to skip some of my usual targets . . . like veteran penciller Jamal Igle. I've been getting sketches from him since 2002. The man actually once addressed me by my full name . . . and when I mentioned to him about that freaking me out, he just laughed. I wound up going to a panel featuring him and writer Ron Marz. Turns out Jamal got his big league start in 1994 with eight pages on Green Lantern #52. Marz was the guy who introduced Kyle Rayner as the sole GL of the DC Comics universe . . . and as much shit as he took for it, he did a great job. The duo wound up announcing their contributing on The Historians for IDW Publishing. Ten days later, it turned out they were exiting the book. Ah, well.

I wanted to leave early . . . I hate driving long distances at night. However, I had one idea to burn. Back in 2010 at C2E2 in Chicago, I got Khary Randolph to sketch Poison Ivy in front of the ivy-covered wall at Wrigley Field. Last year at Fan Expo Canada in Toronto, Niall Eccles drew Blue Jay flying, with the CN Tower and Rogers Centre in the background. I figured that I could match a city's sports team with a character of the same name. So when I met Griffin Shawn, whose commissions started at $18, I had two options. The first was Raven (notably from Teen Titans) with the Inner Harbor in the background (I had a reference). The other was a little kinkier . . . it was Iron Man, but instead of Tony Stark in the armor, it was Orioles legend Cal Ripken, Jr., whose biggest feat was playing in 2,632 straight games. Griffin had a laugh with the latter, and opted for that subject. So I waited. And waited. And waited. Don't get me wrong . . .the finished product was worth it, but nothing sucks like walking around with little to do, waiting for one guy to wrap up a sketch. It's not like going into Zombie Mode while in San Diego, but there's a listlessness involved that sucks eggs.

After I got my book back, I walked back to the hotel, got my bags and car, and headed for home. Even if I hadn't stopped for gas and a stretch of my legs, I wouldn't have beat the sunset. I kept awake as best I could, what with all the energy drink I brought with me. On an unrelated note, I think that I spent a total of fifteen minutes in Delaware. I got home, and I was beat as hell. It took a while for me to get back into the swing of things at work, since my head felt like crap for a few days. I also made mental eras . . . like the time I took the train on Staten Island, got off, looked for my car, and realized I got off the train one stop too early. I wound up walking about ten minutes to get to my car. Not a huge tragedy, but I felt like a schmuck.

As I'm writing this, my local main event is coming. New York Comic Con launches in two weeks. So far, I've "warmed up" with trips to New Jersey for smaller shows. I got two other events in the coming week, but I might need the rest. I will say that Baltimore Comic Con is a nice convention to visit . . . as long as you got a hotel room nearby and cab fare if you're the skittish sort. And Camden Yards is a nice stadium to visit. Just make sure the Yankees aren't in town.

PS: I'm going to try and write about the Yankees/Orioles game soon. I hope. In the meantime, here's A-Rod's back-breaking home run, shot by me in the outfield stands. Not a photo I would've wanted to take, but here we are.

PS: Turns out the EZ Pass was in a compartment in my mother's car I never thought to check. And I found this out after three days' worth of trips to New Jersey, with tolls paid in cash.

Adventures in Baltimore 2012: Day Two

When I decided to pay a little too much money for a hotel room near the convention center, one of the main reasons was so I could take part in stuff once the hours were over. For me, there’s no luck there. Another reason was my routine the other times I hit Baltimore; I’d stay in a hotel outside of the city, take a shuttle to a light rail station, then take the rail into the city. One problem is the loneliness I felt going back and forth, especially at night. The good news is that’s not much of a problem now. The bad news: even as I go to sleep, I can hear traffic outside and the occasional loud noise from people sixteen floors below. I am one of those idiots who have yet to see The Wire, yet know enough to be really cautious about walking the streets of Baltimore.

Today was the first day of the convention. I wound up getting out later than I should, and I wound up on a long line to get it. Since I’ve experienced epic waits at other cons, particularly in New York and San Diego, this wasn’t much of a hassle. One problem with the Baltimore Comic Con is that they give you wristbands in order for you to get on the show floor. I prefer badges . . . especially since I’ve never had to wear a badge to bed and in the shower. BCC isn’t up for comparisons to the bigger conventions, but it is what it is . . . an enjoyable time for those who want a good time without the hassle of the epic cons. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.

Sketch-wise, I came up short. I waited a few hours for Roger Langridge to get to his table in Artists Alley. He’s known for his recent work on Muppet-centric comics, as well as writing a critically-acclaim Thor series for all ages a few years back. I’ve gotten two Doctor Who-themed sketches from him in the past – the Tenth Doctor surrounded by the Adipose and Kermit and Miss Piggy as the Ninth Doctor and Rose Tyler – and I had a brainstorm heading into the convention. This time, he would sketch Wallace & Gromit as the Fourth Doctor (Tom Baker, the one in the scarf) and K9 (a snarky artificial intelligence in the form of a robot dog). Since I’m still getting smacked upside the head, it turns out Roger will need a while to get to my sketchbook. This is a bit of a problem, since I need my book to get sketches. It’s a mixed blessing, though, since I can’t drain my wallet on sketches as I wait for him. On the other hand, it feels like the money is vanishing rather well otherwise.

While my sketchbook remains with Roger (or at his table – unattended – as he signs at the BOOM! Studios booth), I still have a few Marvel Comics variants with blank covers. While I consider myself more into DC Comics, I’ve gotten comics with a blank cardboard stock cover for the purpose of getting it sketched upon. I think it’s another form of illness I will not seek treatment for. Bobby Timony (last sketch for me: The Silence from Doctor Who) draws a nice sketch of Cable on Avengers: X-Sanction #1. Sara Richard (last sketch: Boa Hancock from One Piece) handles Emma Frost (X-Men Giant-Size #1). I get into a position where I get stuff to justify me being at the convention, even as I try not to go overboard with it. A Doctor Who Omnibus for $5? I have to snap it up. How about a comic book called Danger Pug? Hey, I like looking at the bug-eyed freaks, so why not? When I went to AnimeNEXT in June, I got a sketch from Kevin Bolk (Whitebeard from OnePiece; he wound up using two pages, a first for me), and I also bought a collection of strips about Luigi, Mario’s hapless green-clad brother. Today, I got a smaller collection: Ensign Sue Must Die!, starring an airhead who drives the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise (the rebooted version) completely insane.

For the most part, I wandered around in a mostly coherent state. I try to get sketches, but get chased away by high prices. While I admit to spending a lot on sketches, I don’t empty my wallet for a single piece. I think the most I’ve paid was $75, and I’m in no hurry to break triple digits yet. Thanks to a few shots of energy drink and a chipotle chicken wrap, I manage to stay awake, though admittedly fatigued. By the time I bail out, I get my book back from Roger Langridge, who did sweet work for me. The slightly bad news is that I immediately brought the book to Danielle Corsetto, because I already paid her for a sketch before I got to Roger. Years ago, an online friend recommended the web comic creator (Girls With Slingshots) to get a sketch at New York Comic Con. She’s one of my favorite artists, and she likes me lots as well. The down side today is that she isn’t completely done with my request, Emma Stone as Gwen Stacy from The Amazing Spider-Man. I’ll pick it up tomorrow . . . Gwen is mostly finished, but Danielle needs a little more time on the background. Meanwhile, Josh C. Lyman has my copy of Scarlet Spider #1, so I’ll have to pay him a visit tomorrow as well. I also picked up various business cards, and I’ll have to make a list of people to hit up before the end of the con.

The rest of the day was uneventful . . . I wound up going to Pizzeria Uno for deep dish pizza, followed that up with ice cream dessert from Marble Slab, picked up a t-shirt for myself and keychains for some of people I work with, and bought today’s Baltimore Sun so I could clip the article on last night’s game when I get home. Since I’m still fatalistic, I didn’t make a map on how to get back to the hotel, and I needed lots of time to get back. At night. Which made me nervous, albeit less so than last night.

I’ll need to pack up tonight to save myself the hassle tomorrow. The receptionist said I could leave my bags at the hotel after I check out, so I don’t have to spring for a garage fee near the convention center. While I feel the adventure will end a little too soon, I know that I’m grateful that I got to get out in the first place. Even with my feet sore and callused, my body feeling like I’m on half a tank of gas, and various missed opportunities, I’m having a good time. Isn’t that the point?

PS: When I was at Uno, I saw that the rain didn’t delay the Yankees/Orioles game. I would’ve watched it in my room, but they don’t have the station that broadcast O’s games. Oh, well.

Adventures In Baltimore 2012: Day One

I got a job.

Against all odds, I wound up getting a temp gig in April, and I’ve held it to now. I’m making a decent wage, and I’m getting closer to feeling like having an actual semblance of a life. Of course, it does play havoc for my annual big trip to a big comic book convention.

I made a token effort to get a ticket to Comic-Con International in San Diego, but that didn’t come close to panning out. I didn’t get an airline voucher for my birthday, so Toronto was out. C2E2 in Chicago? Too early in the year for me. In the end, I elected to go back to the Baltimore Comic Con this weekend. It’s a two-day convention, but I can save on travel by driving down there from Staten Island. What’s a few hours on the road? And I figured that I would try to do the tourist thing while I was in the area. To that end, I sat on my thumbs and debated on hotels before paying a little too much for two nights for a hotel room near the con. Today’s plan? Get up early, hit the road, get into Baltimore, hit the local aquarium and/or the local sports museum, and have fun.

Did I succeed? Well, I am in a nice room, and I’m near the convention center . . . but I had hitches. Lots of hitches. It wasn’t like last year in Toronto, where I felt like I had been kicked in the groin multiple times. Today was more about getting hit upside the head a lot.

The first problem came when I woke up later than scheduled. I hurried in packing and prepping. I was ready. I got in the car. I turned on the ignition. I looked for my EZ Pass.

Oh. Fuck.

Yep, I lost the EZ Pass. I dug through the couch and checked a few of the usual places. Instead of hitting the New Jersey Turnpike, I went in the opposite direction, looking for my mother’s car in the hope that she had it there. And then I found out she had parked her car in a different location. So I wasted more time getting there. And nope . . . she didn’t have it. So now I had to have my wallet out for all the tolls I hit along the way.

Luckily for me, the biggest problems I had were hitting traffic and misinterpreting my GPS. It took about four hours, but I made it. And just for the hell of it, I decided to call the Baltimore Orioles’ ticket office to see if there were any seats. Normally, this would be easy, since the O’s have sucked eggs for years. Even with the Yankees in town and their obnoxious, knuckle-dragging fans heading south to cheer their guys, tickets would still be an easy “get.” But when I wasn’t looking, the Orioles got good. Really good. Tied with the Yankees for first place good. Seriously, what the hell?

Anyway. I make a call, and I wound up getting a ticket. Since it was a “Prime” game, I had to pay extra. And this was done through Ticketmaster, so I had to pay more. And since I was doing all this a few hours before the game, I had to print out the ticket. Of course, I didn’t have a printer with me. So I wound up going online at the hotel, hitting my e-mail account and printing it out. Easy, right?

Once again, I got smacked upside the head. First, the printers had no paper. When somebody finally loaded it up, a business document got printed out. Over and over and over and oh my friggin’ GOD, somebody printed out roughly a hundred copies of the same thing. And this guy didn’t bother asking for paper, so I had to burn time waiting for my ticket to get printed. And I was fuming. The guy’s name, address, phone number as e-mail address kept coming up, and it took personal strength to not grab a copy and give this asshole the business.

By the time I got to the Inner Harbor, I was out of tourist options. I figured that I needed a few hours to burn through the aquarium, and I didn’t have the time. U.S.S. Constellation? They were close to closing up shop, or pulling up anchor, or however you want to see it. And the Sports Legends Museum was out. It wasn’t urgent for me to go somewhere, but I figured that I’d feel like less of a geek if I actually did tourist stuff beyond hitting baseball games in the area.

Luckily, I stumbled into a museum dedicated to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not! This was ironic, given that my mother got a deal on the one on 42^nd Street in Manhattan. After finding out it wouldn’t take long to tear through, I bought admission. It was fun . . . small, full of bizarre exhibits and interactive stuff. Ever want to see images engrained on rice through a microscope? Done. Portraits of Bill & Hillary Clinton with hamburger grease as a medium? Bam. How about a giant penny made of thousands of pennies? Done and done.

*deep sigh*

At this point, I would go into detail about attending a game at Camden Yards that actually meant something to the hometown fans, against the most hated of teams. Well, not tonight.

Remember what I said about getting smacked in the head? Well, when I asked for a room with a queen-sized bed instead of a double, it didn’t occur to me to ask about getting online. I assumed there would be an Ethernet connection. I thought wrong. Of course, my laptop has no Wi-Fi capability. Or maybe I can’t get it to work. After several calls, I found out I was in a room with no physical connection to the Internet. Next thing I know, I’m packing up all the crap I had spread out in my room, making sure I leave nothing behind, then get escorted to a room six floors higher to a room that’s more convenient to me, because fucking around online in the lobby after midnight was not an option. Did I mention my escort was a uniformed guard? It’s been that kind of day for me. And since I haven’t been online all day beyond getting the ticket earlier, I’m ending things now. The short story is that the Yankees jumped all over the Orioles, the O’s tried to bounce back, but it was for naught.  The Yankees won, 8-4, and their fans were as annoying and obnoxious as you’d expect. I got the scorecard, and I’ll go over what happened in the near future. Right now, I just want to go online, fiddle around with the TV (Comedy Central! Lewis Black’s new comedy special!) and get some sleep.

And guess what? Turns out I can fit into a double bed. Ironic, huh?

The Challenge: Unofficial Stats For The New Season

My life does not revolve around The Challenge.

Since I last posted on my blog, I got a job. No kidding . . . got a call from the temp agency, went into the city, and wound up working a gig in Brooklyn doing clerical work. It can get monotonous, but I like the people surrounding me, and I'm making money. During that time, I kept meaning to write here. Stuff kept coming up, like Johan Santana's no-hitter (the first in Mets history) and how I was asleep at that time, the painful ending of The Amazing Race and the success of country boys Bopper &; Mark into making it watchable, the horror that was Colton Cumbie during Survivor: One World and how I was convinced that Dan Savage and Rick Santorum would write a joint statement condemning him, and so on and so on, yadda yadda yadda. Actually, I'm going to go to Baltimore this weekend for their comic book convention, and I aim to post about that . . . but other than that, I never get around to writing stuff out.

What I can do, apparently, is compile statistics for the latest season of The Challenge. This time, it's Battle of the Seasons. If you go to MTV.com, you'll see that it's a departure from the original BOTS way back in 2002 (Coral & Mike's first appearance! Slappy Stephen! The feud between married couple Chadwick & Holly vs. psycho single mom Belou!), and it holds a tiny bit of promise. No appearance of the Axis of Ass, aka Evan, Johnny and Kenny. No "Paula Walnuts." No rank stench of "Fresh Meat." No Mark Long and his turning reality tricks at a relatively advanced age. No butterface Rachel. In fact, out of the 32 players involved, almost half -- 15 -- are in their first Challenge. Sure, there are assholes aplenty (Wes, Danny, Dummy Bear, friggin' Trishelle etc.), but then there are the more bearable kids like Isaac, Chet and Lacey. Speaking of Lacey, who was the undisputed least awful thing in The Real World: Austin, I estimate it took five hours worth of surgery to remove the phone from her hand.

Anyway, you can check out the statistics of the seventeen veterans below. As always, I have no life . . . but at least I'm trying these days. Information  comes from Wikipedia, because I can no longer remember every moment from even season. Completed seasons are in italics, victorious seasons are in boldface. Also, I added links in Alton and Trishelle's stats from the seasons and episodes I recapped.

Update: Way The Hell Past My Bedtime, September 20

First of all, don't ask me what happened to the Sydney kids. I think Isaac's people came to Earth on their mothership and whisked them all away. Between that and a gaggle of Fresh Meat kids, I had to make adjustments. I had to do it anyway, since some sort of stillborn media player has been popping up in my entries when I'm using Explorer, and it's pissing me the hell off. On the bright side, the 17/15 veterans/rookies split is still in effect. Once again, here are the stats going into tonight's episode . . . and thank you, Wes, for dragging the one redeemable cast member from your original season (Lacey) with you to Loserville. Jackass.

The Real World: Austin

Danny Jamieson

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Inferno 3	Bad Asses	3	3	.500	-	Davis
Gauntlet III	Veterans	10	5	.667	-	Adam
The Ruins	Challengers	1	3	.250	-	Darrell
Total		14	11	.560	0	3

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat	Evelyn	2	0	.000	-	Wes/Casey
Fresh Meat II	Sandy	5	0	.000	-	Jillian/Pete
Total		7	0	.000	0	2

Lacey Buehler

Melinda Stolp

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Gauntlet III	Rookies	2	8	.200	-	Tori
Cutthroat	Red	2	4	.333	-	Emily
Total		4	12	.250	0	2

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat	Ryan	4	0	.000	-	Wes/Casey
Total		4	0	.000	0	1

Wes Bergmann

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
The Ruins	Champions	4	1	.800	Chet, Nick	Cohutta
Total		4	1	.800	2	1

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat	Casey	16	0	.000	Danny/Evelyn, Melinda/Ryan Johanna/Jesse, Tonya/Johnnie, Shane/Linette	-
The Duel	Solo	16	3	.188	Derrick	-
Fresh Meat II	Mandi	7	0	.000	-	Evelyn/Luke
Rivals	Kenny	9	1	.111	Davis/Tyrie, Brandon/Ty	-
Battle of the Exes	Mandi	2	0	.000	Nate/Priscilla	Leroy/Naomi
Total		50	4	.080	9	2

The Real World: Brooklyn

Chet Cannon

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
The Ruins	Challengers	0	1	.000	-	Wes
Cutthroat*	Red	2	3	.400	-	-
Total		2	4	.333	0	1

* Removed from game after suffering concussion.

Devyn Simone

JD Ordonez

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Cutthroat	Grey	1	1	.500	-	Brandon
Total		1	1	.500	0	1

Sarah Rice

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
The Ruins	Challengers	1	9	.100	Katie, Johanna	-
Cutthroat	Grey	5	5	.500	-	-
Total		6	14	.300	2	0

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat II	Vinny	2	0	.000	-	Kenny/Laurel
Rivals	Katelynn	5	0	.000	-	Jasmine/Jonna
Battle of the Exes*	Vinny	2	1	.500	-	-
Total		9	1	.111	0	2

* Removed from the game after Vinny ripped Mandi’s top off following the second mission.

The Real World: Cancun

Christian "CJ" Koegel

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat II	Sydney	6	0	.000	Katelynn/Brandon*	Landon/Carley
Total		6	0	.000	0	2

* Brandon was disqualified for drinking alcohol prior to the Exile.

Derek Chavez

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Cutthroat	Grey	0	1	.000	-	Brandon
Total		0	1	.000	0	1

Jasmine Reynard

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Rivals	Jonna	7	1	.143	Katelynn/Sarah	Cara Maria/Laurel
Battle of the Exes	Tyrie	4	0	.000	-	Rachel/Aneesa
Total		11	1	.091	1	2

Jonna Mannion

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Rivals	Jasmine	7	1	.143	Katelynn/Sarah	Cara Maria/Laurel
Total		7	1	.143	1	1

Team Fresh Meat

Brandon Drake Nelson (Fresh Meat II)

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Cutthroat	Red	2	4	.333	Derek, JD, Ty	Derrick
Total		2	4	.333	3	1

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat II	Katelynn	4	0	.000	-	CJ/Sydney*
Rivals	Ty	4	0	.000	-	Kenny/Wes
Total		8	0	.000	0	2

* Brandon was disqualified for drinking alcohol before the Exile.

Camila Nakagawa (Spring Break Challenge)

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Cutthroat	Red	2	5	.286	Emilee, Katie	Laurel
Total		2	5	.286	2	1

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Rivals	Theresa	3	0	.000	-	Cara Maria/Laurel
Battle Of The Exes	Johnny	9	4	.444	Mark/Robin
Total		12	4	.333	1	1

Cara Maria Sorbello (Fresh Meat II)

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Cutthroat	Grey	5	5	.500	Mandi	-
Total		5	5	.500	1	0

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat II	Darrell	1	0	.000	-	Jillian/Pete
Rivals	Laurel	9	1	.111	Camila/Theresa, Jasmine/Jonna	-
Battle Of The Exes	Abram	5	0	.000	-	Ty/Emily
Total		15	1	.067	2	2

Eric “Big Easy” Banks (Fresh Meat)

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
Gauntlet III	Veterans	10	6	.625	-	-
Cutthroat	Blue	1	3	.250	Vinny	Eric
Total		11	9	.550	1	1

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Fresh Meat	Katie	10	0	.000	-	Tina/Kenny
The Duel	Solo	11	1	.091	Nehemiah	Brad
Duel II	Solo	6	0	.000	-	Derek
Total		27	1	.037	1	3

The Real World: Las Vegas (2002 & 2011)

Alton Williams (2002)

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
The Gauntlet	Real World	6	9	.400	Laterrian	-
Gauntlet 2	Rookies	10	6	.625	Danny, Adam K., Jeremy	-
Inferno 3	Good Guys	6	10	.375	Tyrie	-
Total		22	25	.468	5	0

Dustin Zito (2011)

					Endgames
Season	Partner	Missions	Wins	Pct.	W	L
Battle of the Exes	Heather	2*	0	.000	-	-
Total		2	0	.000	0	0

* Injured; removed from game prior to third mission.

Nany González (2011)

Trishelle Cannatella (2002)

		Missions			Endgames
Season	Team	W	L	Pct.	W	L
The Gauntlet	Real World	3	6	.333	Steve	Sarah
The Inferno	Real World	1	3	.250	-	Holly
Total		4	9	.308	1	2

The Real World: New Orleans (2010)

Jemmye Carroll

McKenzie Coburn

Preston Roberson-Charles

Ryan Knight

The Real World: St. Thomas

Laura Waller

Marie Roda

Robb Schreiber

Trey Weatherholtz

The Real World: San Diego (2011)

Ashley Kelsey

Frank Sweeney

Sam McGinn

Zach Nichols