So, after tailing this guy all day long I see him shuffle into the sleaziest joint on the South Side, the baddest part of town. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter, I had to go where he went, and I think by then he knew that too. Ten minutes later, with the first sips of bourbon warming my gut, I found myself sitting over a table with his beady eyes drilling straight into mine. He was out to wow his dame, and it looked like he’d be doing it at my expense, one way or the other.
Canon 7D, EF 35mm f2, 1/200 at f9, snooted Nissin Di866 set at 1/64 power.