J. Conrad Guest

It’s a dog’s life.	Homeless Joe.
I Y San Francisco. They named a square after me.	Christmas Eve gift opening ─ Hey, go open your own present!
At the house that Duke built.	Astride my first horse.
In one of my favorite places… a New York City pub just days before the fall of the towers.	Struggling with a tourist map in D.C. I know that Washington Monument is around here somewhere.
Still in D.C.: Albert was not amused.	With my favorite Chow pup, Guinnez.
At Meijer Gardens in Grand Rapids, Michigan. My god, he’s hung like a horse!	Also at Meijer Gardens. I couldn’t hear anything either.
A recent birthday ─ don’t even count the candles.	Posing with a family not my own.
In my amazing Technicolor dream robe, with Guinnez enjoying his favorite bone ─ in my hand.	Camping in Michigan‘s upper peninsula, with a good cigar and Chili Beer ─ it doesn’t get any better than this.
Grilling over a campfire in da U.P., eh?	Who is that tall strange man?
Twenty-one, at the height of the disco craze, before my six-pack abs became a 12-pack.	At sweet sixteen—the woman who was destined to become my mother. She blessed me with dimples.