Saturday Night, 1978

NB Same weekend. At the Agora Ballroom in Hartford, and Toads, in New Haven. After Rudy's, of course. Fake ID in hand.

"Like A Frightened Turtle"

You know what they says about guys with little sports cars, big houses, and cigarette boats?

And badges?

This poor guy feels short changed.

I always wondered whether those high-tech security screening machines equated to x-ray vision. My wife always seems to draw a crowd when she is asked to step inside. I always thought it was because she at times looks a tad Middle Eastern. Go figure.

N.B. Why did stubby force his victim to his knees before beating him? That's kinda weird. Oh well. Better hire that studly criminal defense lawyer across town.