Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Friday morning, I ran to the store to get some things for breakfast. When I got back, I passed by the house that was three doors down (no band affiliation) and noticed a guy standing by the garage with his hand on his hip. He looked like an old west gun slinger.

As I got closer to passing him, I saw a gun in his hip holster. Then as I realized what he was doing, he was taking a defensive posture behind the garage door. There was also a cop at the front door. I could tell if he was trying to get in or waiting to bust the door down. Regardless of what was going down, I'm just glad the event didn't end in gun play.

I snapped this picture before I got out of the car.

Here's a blown up view of the same picture.

Jesse