Working for the Weekend

Friday night, riding by the SF Academy of Art, overheard three students chatting while having a smoke. Since they're Art students, they've devoted rather more attention to their appearance than the average person might. My best attempt to describe each of their highly-individual motifs:

• Gay Unshaven Cowboy
• Nazi Kink-Submissive Butler
• Zombie Clown

Gay Unshaven Cowboy speaks: "I'm over at the Rawhide, drinking Red Bull and vodkas, and Ray's pouring, so after a while he stops charging me..."

I guess at some point, you become part of the place's decor.