Joey and Tom go way back. They know each other pretty well. They like to sit together. Tom came out to Denver to sit with Joey.
One night while Tom was in Denver, Joey and Tom met a girl at the bar. She was a surfer I guess. Her name is Molly. Turns out Molly and Tom and Joey are all good friends. In fact, Molly actually flew out with Tom. I'm not too sure why I lied before.

The funny thing about newspapers is that they come in blue bags. Blue bags make great "make-shift" hats. Just ask Molly. Note Joey's comfort level around Tom. You'd think he was making a move on him or something, but really he is just hanging with his bud. Enjoying a sit if you will.
While combing downtown Denver for a fight, Tom and Molly ran into a narcotics dealer. He went by the name "Pimp Love." Not really too sure what's up with his pointer finger, but I think he's in some homeless street gang. Molly thought all of this was funny as noted by her facial expression. Tom was just happy to score some e. Feel the love.
While Tom was off making new friends, Pimp Love made a few deals and took a nice rest on a bench with Molly and Joe. Joe was feeling the effects of passing out in the sun curbside of a strip joint. Note the oh so tan left arm and the sun deprived right arm. Gotta roll over, or you pay the price.
Before too long, the entire group had saddled up on the bench for some quality sit time. Five minutes later the cops came and busted up the bunch citing that the maximum number of people allowed on a Denver city bench was three. Pimp Love took off in search of his street posse while Tom, Molly, and Joe went out for corndogs. Or something.

back