Another reason you probably won't see me
at Debonair anytime soon, even though
I like Red Haired Matt.

Because people like this are hanging out there.


Also, what's up with the sudden appearance of all these "nightlife" photogs in Chicago lately? So far, the two I've noticed (Clayton (who I saw at Uffie, seeming alone, so I'm wondering if that was one of his first assignments before recently exploding) and, now, this Jeremy cat that took the above shot) seem okay, but it's a worrisome trend that tends to bring the douchebags out of the woodwork.

Ick, ick and doucle ick.

Photo by Jeremy Farmer