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.