I was hunting for my lost shoe among the Sam’s Town Stage waste late Friday when I saw two stumbly young men eyeing the trash and picking up boxes of cigarettes like bits of gold from a disgusting beer can-strewn stream. They were nice enough to offer me a cigarette, which I declined. And then they hit the randomness jackpot when they found a shotgun shell. They happily posed for a photo with the shell, and then the guy in the Phish shirt (who’s from Kansas City) proceeded to try to talk film photography with me like I’m an actual photographer. Poor dude. He was drunk and I am clueless.

Seriously, though, a shotgun shell?

— Lindsey