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I pay the glasses Hank, but you're gonna have to ditch that t-shirt if you want to be taken seriously as a beatnik...

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Roddy said…
If it hadn't been for the t-shirt I may not have recognized him.
What a cool dude, man!
Leovi said…
A nice portrait, great. Excellent colors.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, and he doesn't even have a cause.

Leovi, he takes a good photo.
Mildred said…
Well I think is a very nice T-shirt!
thanks for sharing this fabulous portrait;o)

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas time with your family and friends.

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