Punk rock, skateboarding, and fireworks. Last night was pretty rad. The venue smelled like someone wiped their ass with a dirty sock, and it was so hot the waterline pipes above our head were dropping all sorts of funky things into everyone's beer. In between sets people would spill out into the street, littering beer cans and skating. A few people tried to wall ride a passing CTA bus, and Corey ended up throwing fireworks at people.
It's been crazy these past few weeks, but moments like last night remind me to stay positive, and more importantly, be happy. Even if it is in a basement full of weirdos.