We were so young and innocent back in 1977 and my timing couldn’t have been more perfect. One day I left my Sunset Strip apartment and headed over to the San Fernando Valley to Cherie Currie’s home. I was nineteen, had an old Mercedes and a camera around my neck. Certainly, it’s not the same today, but that doesn’t matter. These are incredibly special days for me today and it’s only just beginning. I am taking photos again and this time around I have the internet. I can tell that something wonderful is about to happen again.
