I don’t know who this band is, but… jesus, don’t get me started.Is there some store where all they sell is skulls and sun glasses and skulls wearing sunglasses.
And the bandanna… still? That was back when I was at the Tube at 3 am, we’re talking 2005 or something.
Maybe it’s his dad’s bandanna (authentic from 2005) and he’s wearing it. What the fuck do I know, maybe 2005 is retro now…
Fuck it.
I give up.
I’m an old ass man, and I officially do not understand kids these day.
Mark the date, this is when it happened…

I went to my little brother’s punk rock show tonight. He’s 16 already. damn. The show was amazing. A little punk rock cafe with vegan food and a skinny hard core guy walking around asking for gas money for the bands. It was a trip, like watching quantum leap. There was a little me, and little versions of some of the people I knew and know. I watched them awkwardly gossip, slam dance, and watch themselves as my little brother busted hardcore guitar solos. And there I was, invisible like Dr. Sam. The show ended, and after I told my brother how proud I was and that I loved him, and as I gunned out of the parking lot, I thought, if that was quantum leap, then what must I change, how can I fix things. There are things to fix. Right? I’m not so sure. I hit all greens and gunned the engine to 50, and I felt like actually they were ok, that all those kids will be just fine.