Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The trial of Squirrel

One memorable Saturday evening, Ashley Dawn and I attended slam poetry at Mercury Lounge in hopes of feeling inspired. When it was over we felt great. We headed to the Dom and ran into the infamous Jason Squirrel. He's always been a hoot and a riot when he's drunk. These are snaps of his never-ending battle with his wool sweater. I'm not sure if he ever tied it up.

One. Solo mission.

Two. here comes the distraction.

Three. conversation errupts

Four. conversation continues

Five. frustration sets in.

Six. give up the dream.

1 comment:

  1. i love you squirrel. sorry for the distraction.
    EVERYBODY STOP! hahaha priceless