Good Thing the Painting Behind Us Wasn't Saturn Devouring His Son


This twenty-five-year-old photo of my buddies and me in some funky bar/pool hall in Amsterdam makes more sense if you look closely at the painting behind us (but not THAT much more sense).

 

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