Punk as fuck

I went to see The Hold last night, expecting to sit back relax and have a few little beers. Upon arriving, I realized that the situation required an emergency double whiskey on the rocks. Very intense debauchery; mohawks, spikes and leather. I can't even fully describe it, but if you were there, you understand. Do you ever.

The best part had to have been when I was waiting at the bar and a 'Fuck Brigade' member drank an entire pitcher that Dimo just filled and handed it back to him to fill again. I'm not sure whether the look on Dimo's face was of shock, of fear, or of being impressed. It certainly was a 'what the fuck' face. Meanwhile, a little punk chick (like, 4 foot nothing) was listing off reasons to me as to why I should fuck her friend. Apparently, I wouldn't regret it. For reals. Beer spouting above the moshpit like old faithful, people just passing out and falling down. Things smashing. It was incredible.

I received The Yeah Yeah Yeah's album as a gift. Excellent album, CMAN. Thank you so much. So good to see you. All your friends are professional entertainers now and it's oh so funny, isn't it?

Boy you just a stupid bitch/and girl you just a no good dick

Last day of work, heading home after lunch.