Posted on Thursday, 23 February 2012

For over 120 years these not very scary gargoyles have been staring down at the nerds, tourists, frat boys and doughy conventioneers who flock to Sixth Street, going, Fucking-A, man, let’s go to a shot bar, dude… and they have utterly failed in the role of deterrence. I surmise it has something to do with them looking more bovine than demonic. Was this some Freudian slip of the old cowman turned oil man, Jesse Driskill, or a caprice of the sculptor?

For over 120 years these not very scary gargoyles have been staring down at the nerds, tourists, frat boys and doughy conventioneers who flock to Sixth Street, going, Fucking-A, man, let’s go to a shot bar, dude… and they have utterly failed in the role of deterrence. I surmise it has something to do with them looking more bovine than demonic. Was this some Freudian slip of the old cowman turned oil man, Jesse Driskill, or a caprice of the sculptor?