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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
the money shot
munching on a giant pile of soul fries (think cheddar, think bacon, think blue cheese, think heartattack waiting to happen) in the dimmed light of the belly up, i offered a savory spud to the baseball-capped man walking by. he looked hungry. on his way by, he mumbled a friendly "no thanks" and spun around to give me the wink-and-pointed-gun-finger ... right then, the flash went off and someone got one of the coolest pictures of mister mraz shooting me a smile. |