We make it to a neighborhood where we can walk around to scout for models. We wander in to a headshop. There are some young N.C. hipsters hanging out. The headshop has an event which goes as follows: for a box full of whipped cream cartridges, all you have to do is strip down to your underwear and run to the end of the block. The brave streakers, having completed the naked run, have the choice of either the box of cartridges or some other piece of store merchandise. Upon completing the task their polaroids get taped to the front counter. Spencer approaches a very tall, pierced,and tattooed man wearing lots of black leather and with bare feet. He's in!

We go to a cafe and Spencer approaches another possible model who is serving coffee. He is friendly and has little dreads. I meet him and assure him that tomorrow morning will surely be a fun and exhilarating time for all. He seems convinced and agrees to partake.