Like two peas in a pod.
Exit Festival, 2009.

It was dark, and I was drunk, thanks to Indira and her excellent choice in domaca rakija. That, and I just wasn't expecting it.

Guy in a giant pizza costume, getting down in Novi Sad, Serbia. Exit 2009.

"What are you," I asked, "like Pizza Man or something?"

I guess I'm just used to people dressing up as different junk foods amidst large crowds of strangers.

"Pizza?!" he yelled back, as if I'd just uttered something blasphemous in 1492 Spain. His words were just loud enough to be heard over the speakers pumping out beats at one of the large stages at Exit. "Hell no, mate! I'm a big pussy!"

Very nice!

And what do ya know?

I just happened to have been wearing my big cock shirt.