We parked the car and started walking over to the party but then we had to stop and wait because Wacky Dad ran into a buddy of his. (Of course these two are friends). Wacky Dad kept telling us that TwirlyStache was some kind of "really important artist" (of comedy facial hair maybe) and suggested that I take a pic of him. I was only too happy to oblige.
White man dreads, burlap shirt, flowing hemp pants and some sort of hemp-rope utility belt with all sorts of satchels (that like contain "powder or ground unicorn horn") hanging from it. To all of the people that sent me email complaining about the "dirty hippy gifts" that my friends in NYC gave me at my going away party...we rest our case.
