It's a hole in the wall bar we usually hit up around these parts. Nothing too special, but its always got a lot of good live music and there are always a few interesting people belly-up. There's only one table there, so if you're tryin to shoot the rock around, you either gotta get there early or stake your claim with some quarters. A few nights ago we met this guy named Dave, he was full of ridiculous, off-color jokes, and apparently knew a few people in his day. We shot some pool with this dude, he talked a bunch of shit, and before we could leave he brings in some pictures. He launched into stories about meeting the Nuge and and how his cousin was trying to get some from Mick Jagger. He had a really tiny leather jacket that he'd painted himself and obviously kept since forever, it was sick, so I took some pictures.
Feel the wind. Ride the Wind. Break the Wind.
Dave was most certainly a shit talker and, at times, a pain in the ass, but I gotta give him some credit, he'd been around and had definitely seen his share of swet.
