When the PCP wore off, my main character caught this lovely sight.
The LS River makes a damn fine runway for small planes.
As for my secondary character, well, playing the role of a transgendered alt hipster Suicide Girl wannabe from San Fierro seems to have brought out my artsy side.
Missacre, aka Missy, formerly known as Spencer, says hello.
Look at these fucking weirdos. I call it... Snoga.
This couple was smoking. I call it, Lung Cancer in Mirror Park.
This gay couple was having lunch together. I call this one, Ham Sandwich Before Tightly-Packed Fudge.
This one is called Man-Made Shit in Foreground and Nature in Background Makes it Look Like I'm Making Some Sort of Meaningful Statement.
This one? Look, it's a Fucking Tree.
This image is titled Some Bitch in a Hat, Out of Focus.
I spent 20 Minutes Walking Around Mirror Park, and All I Got was These Lousy Snapmatics.