One-two punch

Here is the kind of poster you might find in an 18-year-old's bedroom, whose room was shown to me by his mom, an old dear dear friend who i've re-connected with after stupidly too long. Last time I saw that kid he was still a lil' pip-squeak.



And here is the shirt of a girl who was walking by me and my friends outside of a bar. I asked if i could take a picture of her shirt, and, after explaining about the blog, she decided that maybe i wasn't overly weird (maybe just a little weird) and said yes. Thanks Sara!