I think I need an IV. After three straight days of potent drinks in plastic cups, chain-smoked cigarettes and high-decibel rock and roll - this morning, the last official morning of SXSW 2010, it all came crashing down on me. Black saucers surround my eyes. Fits of hacking greet me at every staircase. Bright lights cause me to recoil. And, shit, I wasn't even here on Wednesday, the festival's official kickoff. Here are a few shot my wife, Jennifer, shot Saturday at SXSW. Matt Driscoll
