June was hot—a few triple digit days to remind us that we do indeed live on the surface of sun. There were whole red snappers, a robot party where our costumes were just a little too subtle, general silliness, a trip to Alameda for a goth craft fair and an impromptu dip into a pinball museum. I finally had my mohawk cleaned up and dyed pink. Our friend took us down to the river for lunch and a swim and it instantly gave me a much needed flood of dopamine. I’m the happiest in the water.