Even in the midst of apparent goodness we can find reasons to bitch about things. This guy who might be (i.e. probably is) Silas doesn't have time for that but many do.
This is Silas at a time when he has already broken so many of his bones he knows a few more just won't matter that much.
The sunglasses won't come off because of ear locks. Don't worry about that as it's a rock god thing.
Congratulations to whomever shot this because there must have been a large splash just a moment later so how the camera survived is unclear.
This was a brief time of real within ten years of corporate immaterialism which resulted in one suicide attempt but later resulted in the rebirth of the Rockhouse and the live launch of Silas in a whole new way. That way is running a bit degraded now but it was slammin' back at this time, perhaps in part reaction to the lack of substance in anything else where it was becoming ever more clear there is no accomplishment in making meaningless things.
Note: I was working in a bank, the lowest point of my life because it can only be exceeded by working for a politician. Fortunately, these days, it's possible to do both so my disgrace doesn't even approach that of those people.
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