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First stop...Ben's Barbeque

Yes! Ben's Barbeque!

Where they have mutton!

 

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?

 

Wait, see them now?

 

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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