At 3:16 AM on a Saturday, I sat in Midtown Billiards with my bud Mike and we discussed the logistics of driving to Las Vegas. I was unemployed at the time and drawing unemployment but had spent all my allowance at the bars that week. I wouldn’t be able to pitch in money until Wednesday the following week. Mike knew a couple girls from back in college who lived in Las Vegas and they assured him we would have a place to stay and that we would have a great time. Moments after this picture was taken we raced back to my apartment, packed our bags and hit the road. We woke up the next morning in a hotel parking lot in Oklahoma City. We didn’t continue our journey to Vegas that day, we headed back to Little Rock. That was a long, quiet, 5 hour drive back home.
This is hands down my favorite picture of YDA.
This was a surreal day up in Marche. We watched a friend put a bullet in between this guys eyes, cut it’s throat and dress it all by himself. I was standing there drinking beer in awe. Really awesome seeing a country boy do work. YDA, was equally amazed, so much that he had to help pull off the pig’s hide.
You’ve got to give it to her, she can make a real good costume. We won the costume contest too, of course.