I used to live right across the road from Cock and Bull in Santa Monica. I only went to the bar once, to meet this guy Mike Piscitelli, a photographer I met through Jason Dill. (They used to do that clothing company Fucking Awesome together.) I don’t remember what Mike and I talked about, but I drank two pints of Boddington’s pretty quickly, then walked home. As far as I know, Mike has gone on to be a really successful photographer, I think?
Considering this night of boozy olympics is hosted by Travis Graves of Mt. Egypt and the inimitable Clyde Singleton, it should prove more eventful than that forgettable night.
