Oh ye, who would be king, and in that world of dreams you are thus named...

The perfect time, beer thirty, Bock and Wilson demonstrate, while Jaramillo does turbo resting in his impeccable whites and Macchi the New York girl remains dashing in pink. Not sure who the headless man is. Cameraman? Well my eyes WERE closed. Actually what appeared to be a mere nap to the layman, was in fact a state of deep and profound meditation. Yet another photo