I know it's hard to see in the photo, but this guy was having an extremely hard time standing up. There was a group of maybe 20 or so people watching this scene from across the street, Kim and I included. Amazing.
This is a cool wall in C-town. There used to be a really cool old jeweler that had a shop in between where this wall is and the next building, but as with much in Carrollton, it most likely went out of business and no one bought the store, so they tore it down.
My friend Dave had a cooler like this in the late 80's... I can't remember if it was something that he had inherited from a family member or if he had bought it at some thrift shop, but I know for sure that if he did buy it he didn't pay what they were asking for it at this Carrollton "Antique" shop. They wanted 40 bucks for this baby. Who knows, I may break down and buy it when I have a job.
How about this fine mullet specimen? He was wavin' that mane all over the bar, breaking white trash girls hearts with every flick of that long, silky plumage.
Poor little hamster. You never had a chance. I never blamed you for biting every finger offered you, because I know what that damned cage smelled like. Rest in peace.
As fate would have it, the Knotty Pine is located directly across the street from an AA Meeting. Problem is, they seem to want to park in Pete's lot. This is not cool with Pete at all, and so he fashioned this beautiful, direct and magical sign that fends all 12-steppers away. Cheers!
Here's Pete in an action shot, cracking a beer for Kim before he goes out into the cold to retrieve his 'No, No Parking!' sign from the lot. I'll be posting a shot of the aforementioned sign soon, along with the story behind it.
He's the best. That's HIS seat, my friend. Don't ever forget it. Plus, he always watches us leave and makes sure we make it to our car safely. Whatever your name is, we love you.
My friend Jake, who at the moment lives in Sicily, took a picture of these wonderfully delicious hot dogs. They are considered a delicacy in many exclusive gourmet groceries in the U.S., but as it turns out, even housecats will not eat them. No accounting for taste...
Well, today is the last day that I'll be assigned any work from my soon-to-be ex-company, and that also means I won't be doing any fucking voiceovers ever again. You have no idea how happy this makes me.
This huge fiberglass cow was advertising Turkey Hill Ice Cream. Yeah, you heard me, Turkey Hill Ice Cream. Who was the marketing genius that came up with this? I could see Turkey Hill Breakfast Links, maybe even Turkey Hill Homestyle Gravy or Stuffing. But ICE CREAM?!? I don't get it.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.