Popp's in Wallkill sponsored a poker run, but the party at the end, in New Paltz, New York, was a lot of fun. This was 1985. I brought my Nikon and a roll of film. I drank a lot of beer, and went home to develop my film. My darkroom was set up next to the oil burner; I had to have total darkness to develop my film. I blocked all the light sources. If I turned on the light, I would ruin the pictures . And maybe I was a little drunk, and I wound up dropping the roll of unprocessed negatives into the cat box, in total darkness, I was searching on my knees, I felt around in the cat litter. Something cylindrical, whoops…no, not that. But I eventually found the film and developed the pictures. And here's a couple of shots from the cat box.