Under the Bridge

16th Street & Buck Eye
Not brilliant but...

Film Bar

This is my friend, Punker Rob, and we are hanging at Film Bar in Downtown Phoenix.

You can't tell from this picture so much,* but he's got this goofy, rambling charm that reminds me most of Mike Meyers in "The Spy Who Shagged Me," with a big, toothy grin and seemingly random segues that eventually weave back into the topic at hand.

Rob doesn't know about the "punker" tag, incidentally, but them's his roots and I had to add something to discern between he and Australian Rob*, when talking to others.

But this isn't about him.

It's about Film Bar and "Dirty Minds," which I most recently saw there.

On the other hand, it's now 6 a.m. and I have to trot off to work quite soon, so maybe it's about Punker Rob after all.

Time will tell.

*Rob's going thru a tough time with his soon-to-be ex, and well, you know how that is...
**The dread-locked Aussie head-bartender at Carly's, known for his working man's, seemingly indifferent manner - brusque and friendly at the same time.