Last week, I was digging through boxes of old shit and found a bag filled with a bunch of crumpled old 35mm negatives from my early days living in a van and bumming around the West Coast. I hadn't seen them in years and thought they were gone forever. Going through these seven year old memories, I was overtaken by a wave of nostalgia. I was 23, broke, sunburnt and looking for something that I'd never had the time or inclination to track down. “Young, dumb, and full of cum” as Gary Busey once described a similarly naive Keanu at the onset his similar journey.