The first sign that things were getting weird. Bodega selling masks in early March.
My first homemade mask. I cut up a Trubisky shirt because I wasn’t gonna wear it again.
Double Bears.
I’ve started a beer garden. It’s the tree in front of my apartment. I make posters.
Here’s the beer garden itself!
Stoop drinking.
Second homemade mask.
The MVP of this quarantine: margaritas from the Colombian joint around the corner.
Nothing can stop people from getting their White Castle fix.
With no bars, we’re forced to improvise.
(Well we kinda had one bar for a while. Then we got in trouble.)
Was in the gym almost every day for 7 months plus. Now…this is my gym.
Dr. Anthony Fauci?
Doesn’t everybody use their free time to create fake album covers for their cats?
Me and this guy shot matching 99s on Bethpage Black. Socially distanced, of course.
Things will get better! (I think.)
Me sneaking a photo of the factory where I took the antibody test. And the test, where I found out I had Covid-19.
