But for the life of me, I can't remember much except for getting piss drunk, losing my wallet, missing a ride back to my room at the YMCA, sleeping on the back side of the Ambassador Hotel between two dumpsters, and finding a half-eaten corn dog in my left boot. And, I have no idea where the boat came from. In the meantime, enjoy these images from the annual Flat-Out Friday and Mama Tried gathering.
