its not an option

i was asked to write a longer description for today's image, so, here you go.

there's not really much i can say about this shot, it's a pretty girl in lingerie, kinda holding her boob, yeah, that's about it.

tell you what, how-bout a story about my friend Jeff Cobb and Stevie Ray Vaughn instead?


Sometimes the government messes up. Most of the time, it isn’t a good thing, every once in a while it is.

This particular time the government messed up in Jeff Cobb’s favor, by overpaying him more than fifteen hundred dollars. It was totally a clerical error, a fuck up. But suddenly Jeff had a big chunk of extra money. His eyes lit up all at once and he looked right at me and said, “Where is Stevie Ray Vaughn playing tonight?”

Jeff was a huge SRV fan, he talked about him all the time, SRV’s music was the soundtrack to Jeff’s life. Jeff grew up in Austin Texas, so there was always a special kinship with his hometown music legend.

That night Stevie was playing with Eric Clapton in East Troy Wisconsin. Jeff immediately bought two plane tickets.

Two hours later we were on a plane.

We bought two tickets from a scalper outside the Alpine Valley Music Theater, our seats were horrible, but the show was amazing. Stevie was on fire, he ruled a set that also included Buddy Guy, and Robert Cray. Jeff was beaming. It was amazing. We left in the middle of Clapton’s set to catch our flight back to Florida, we could have stayed, the flight was delayed almost 2 hours because of heavy fog.

The next morning we were floating above the ground 6 inches, telling everyone of our evening adventure, that is until someone said, “Did you hear what happened?”

After the show Stevie boarded a helicopter with some of Clapton’s crew, they took off into the fog and flew right into a 1000 foot ski hill, killing everyone on board instantly.

Stevie Ray Vaughn was dead.

We had seen his last show.

We were crushed, but secretly amazed at our good fortune, fortune created at the expense of the government error. Of course Jeff had to pay the money back, but it didn’t matter, some experiences are worth more than money.