F**k You, Ocean!
This photo was taken at a Seaside Heights, NJ, bar—Bamboo, most likely. You will see haggard drunkenness. You will also see Phil flipping off the photographer.
I would see his birds in action again at 6am the following morning, when he and Kritz, after staying up all night, decided it best to jump on my bed, cock their heads to the adjecent window and bellow at the cool morning breeze, “Fuck you, ocean! Fuck you, ocean!” Then they flipped me off. Then I was awake. —Sam
