This town is not really known for its violent crime, but with the amount of cheap booze, open bars, bands playing, hot chicks, and stolen fixed gear bikes, a good ol’ fashioned bar brawl is always on the verge of happening. For the most part, people don’t really get hurt. But they get humiliated. This blog above is one of those things I love here and playing a game of “spot my drunk friend laughing in the background of these photos” is always a fun thing to do on a quasi-tropical downpour-y afternoon.