Dude has got some balls trolling around town in this get-up and those locks. This fellow doesn't live in Austin (shocking), I spoke to him briefly and he told me he was in town for "The Austin Limits Festival." Bless him. He is sporting an authentic Western wear button up, Western belt, snug girl jeans and Teva's. He's ready for the Foster the People show.
You know it's bad when the local, dirty hippies don't want to be associated with your ass. I saw him sit next to this girl on the bench, she looked over at him, then got up and moved over to a separate bench. How does one disgust bong water?
P.S. I got a good whiff of him, he smelled like Irish Spring soap.
This makes me miss 1993 and hate fucking all at once.
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