Honky tonks.

And cats.

This first photograph is Robert’s Western World, and that band is Brazilbilly. That is a very good place. The next photo is Cadillac Ranch, a good place to be if you like brohas (that’s bros to you folks back home), skinny white dude DJing bad hiphop, and middle-aged country folk bumpin and grindin.

That first cat is one of the cats at Hatch. That’s Huey. Huey the Huge, weighing in at 18 pounds. He rolls around, sleeps in cardboard boxes, and he stares lovingly into my eyes because he has fallen in love. Story goes that he falls in love with one male intern every session. Imagine a fat cat trailing behind me as I cross the shop back and forth, staring at me, and suddenly appearing behind me to look up and cry. Good cat. This last photo is Xena. This is Karyn’s cat, at my house. She is a warrior princess, and she watches me take showers from her perch in the bathroom.