Director John Huston with a feathered friend on the set of The Night of the Iguana, 1964. I made that mess on the bottom right corner on the day I received this picture, which annoys me to no end. I love when I get these pictures with spots or tears and all kinds of stuff scribbled on the back of them, the more fucked up the better, because it's shit with a history. But my spot there is just shit. Oh well. One day it will be history, too, I guess. Somebody in the future might ask themselves: "I wonder who that disgusting pig was who spilled their lunch all over this picture?" Me. I was that pig.