I’m at the 21st St Fish House in Norfolk, VA about to watch The Gaskets play. They’re most certainly my favorite band, and the fact that I’ve hung out with them in a very personal setting only perpetuates their badassitude. Misfortunately, my current archnemeses are on their way here, so this night may not turn out as well as it should, but at least I got to chill with the band before the show, so fuck all else. The Others come hither. I retreat.