One of those nice moments, where everything comes together: sitting on Kevin's back stoop at night, holding his dog Lou Dobb's head and trying to calm him while Dylan attempts to shave off his massive amounts of hair. We were silent almost the whole time, and he made it about halfway before we quit for the evening. It was a group effort, everyone holding the dog or passing the shears around. Our beers were on the steps and the Fruit Bats were playing from the kitchen. Kevin gave Lou a beer to ease his fears. It was suspiciously cool for a Texas summer night.