So, on my way home from Saints & Sinners (an awesome bar over by Palms) and a lot of liquid inspiration from my friend, high school classmate, and bartender Colleen... I decided to put up a couple altered bus benches. One, a modified Sons of Anarchy design made me feel pretty gangster. Seriously. No straight guy should be able to watch that show without feeling the burning desire to do push-ups or punch someone or at least swagger confidently through a dusty lot.
The second poster was a nude Burt Reynolds lying provocatively in a sea of chest hair on a bear rug. Enough said.
The only problem is that when I sobered up the next morning I'd totally forgotten that I'd even put up the bench ads. This didn't affect me at all... until a few days later when I drove past one of them. Making a quick u-turn I got a decent photo of Burt Reynolds. However there were still no signs of the Sons.
Thankfully, my buddy Siez solved the developing mystery of the missing busbench with Hardy Boys-like precision (or Where in the World is Carmen San Diego, your choice) when he mentioned that he'd just seen it on the way to the bar. After a couple of drinks with my bus bench savior, Saturn, Obeks, and some girls Obeks may or may not have met online, I took off into the night to capture a peeling yet still intact photo of the long-lost bench... and then proceeded to NY&C Pizza for a celebratory nightcap (and some damn good Chicago style pizza at 1:47am)...
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