“Hey, Jer.”
“You thought of something new since we got out of the car?”
“Thoughts flood my mind.”
“What, Weir?”
“You should have your beard fight that guy’s beard.”
“How would that even work, man?”
“According to Queensbury rules, I guess. But, uh, I got a foxy black chick.”
“Huh?”
“You got the bearded gent, and I got Pig’s girlfriend. So, you know, I kinda win getting out of the car.”
“Weir, get back in the car.”
“Did you forget something?”
“No, I just want you to get back in the car, man.”
“You’re a sore loser.”
Look at that motherfucker!
The last of the cool days
When he actually tried to look at least half decent
And shower at least once a tour
He’s become sort of a fashion plate for his beloved Mission District.
This image could have been an album cover. It conveys something.
How many crimes are being committed during this 1/125th of a second?
Garcia’s briefcase is wallowing in crime.
Just look at Jerry’s focus. That man is looking for the nearest bathroom to engage in pure lawlessness.
Where is Scully?
Bobby put Landau Roof in the contract rider
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tzemosz3lmo
That’s B’ham, The Magic City!