I met Jerry and his buddy Sam while I was on my way to buy rootbeer. They were sitting on a curb "people watching" when I walked by. Sam spotted my camera and yelled out for me to take thier picture. I made a friend and took thier portrait. Then Sam says "hey Jerry, show her your tattoo", which he did. Jerry was in Corpus Christy, TX partying with sailors. When he woke up after a night of heavy debauchery he found himself with a migraine, a freshly shaven head and a new tattoo that read "SPACE FOR RENT" compliments of his sailor buddies, or so the story goes...