The bleacher crowd, planning their exit.
Ah yes, the water pouch graveyard.
Oh, they were asking for hugs. Ok then.
I'm not sure if they were asking for his autograph or money for an Uber home.
"Thoughtful?"
"Are you just naming people after their haircuts?"
"I don't think his name is Rooster."
Rooster (that's his name, right?) was more than happy to mingle with the crowd after the show.
"Can I get your picture? No, not you, the one behind you. Yeah, that's right."
The crowd, right after the show ended.
#nofilter (honestly)
They were both honestly trying to avoid doing anything photo worthy, for fear of me capturing it.
Yes, peace to you too.
Piggy back rides were cheaper than on the shoulder ones.
