Sitting at the bar before a Funhouse show, a stranger got animated telling me a story. He threw a hard elbow square into my eye. I loved every minute of it minus a second or two.

Although I never took a shot at the basketball hoop on the patio, I cheered on the brave punks who would take the occasional lay-up.

Socialism Forever! Sawant Sawant Sawant. Exploit the downtrodden, the punks, and the outcasts to fluff up your capitalistic greed.