
First stop...Ben's Barbeque |

Yes! Ben's Barbeque! |

Where they have mutton!
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Not Ben, but still a good man. |

Mmmmm... |

Best mutton I ever had. |

And you do look indulged. |

Bob Schneider. |

Stacy, Ole, and Heather. |

It was 96 degrees. 'Nuff said. |

Sexy. |

The stuff you see at ACL. |

Where's my drink again? |

Chair bag full of clouds. |

Sitting near the port-o-lets, we got them coming... |

...and going... |

...and coming... |

...and going (but not really going). |

Caught ya. |

Yeah, I'm like, at the concert, it's like, really cool and everything... |

No more snow cone? |

Whaddaya mean no more snow cone? |

Committed to a certain look. |

They wanted money for this picture. |

Girl: "Man, that organic black bean veggie salsa is something!"
Guy: "I'll say." |

Les Irises de nuit? |

Arrrgh matey, some good music playin'! |

It's all about timing. |

Random. |

Random? |

"Hi! Yeah, the music is great and there's this really hot guy standing next
to me!" |

Ole and Vince, glowing. |

No comment. |

Stac took this, I swear. |

Austin art. |

Detroit art. |

Garbage art. |

Why is this man smiling? |

A premonition. |

Cooties? |

Everybody hold up your IQ! |

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Lord of the chins, left; Christ, right. |

So I'm thinking of getting this sort of asian/rasta tatoo on my back... |

Wha-What? |

Oh, never mind. |

Random. |

Random (shadow). |

(did she think i was not going to put this on the web?) |

Captain Bly's marquee. |

Aw. |

For some reason I thought this was more profound than its bearer did. |

Where was my cigarette? |

Forgot to shave. Sorry. |

Stac took this one too. |

A very amiable attorney took this one. |

Pretty much sums it up... |

Alternate sum.
|

Had to go see the bats. |

See the bats? |

See them now?
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Wait, see them now?
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She read my diary! |

Now I have to go wash my hands before dinner. |

Rude. |

Ole is getting a warm feeling. |

Heather is booked. |

Betsy is relaxed. |

We are all leaning one way or another. |

Abandon hope all ye who enter here... |

...for forks and salads, anyway. |

As for barbeque, your future is full of hope. |
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