Visions of a random Saturday night.

It was such a night that I went to bed without washing my face for the first time since I don't know when.
Sometimes you just need to let go like that.


{There is always someone's day of birth on the marquee of Rocky's.}


{Here's hoping we really will be saved, Lord knows we need it.}


{Lionshead number ????}


{Fuzzy jacket linings are always irresistible.}


{Artistic shot of a merch table, or just drunken camera angle? I'll never tell ...}


{First of two car bombs, before ...}


{ ... First of two car bombs, after.}


{In a diner that has diner wallpaper. Bizarro world!}


{If the walls of this diner could talk, clearly they'd sing.}


{That would eventually go on my cheeseburger and fries at 3 a.m.-ish.}

Fin.