Speaking of rock, it's unfortunate that this shot is cropped how it is on the web. In the print version, the photo spans a bit south-of-the-border to reveal lots of delicious body hair poking out from delicious places. The question arises--how do I know this when I don't even have a subscription to Rolling Stone? Answer: Thanks JP. I'm afraid to close my eyes tonight due to a fear of being haunted by red, fuzzy hairs. Shudder.
The woman was walking by State Street Brats, a popular nightclub, where a man had the monkey on a leash inside its beer garden. People walking by were petting the monkey, who was wearing a white diaper.