Memories of Gilman Street

Wow. I need to calm down. I just got home from an anniversary party at the tattoo shop down the street, where I learned, among many other interesting things, that:

Punk Rock is alive and slamming.

Oh my god, I felt like I was in 8th grade again, but instead of getting caught by my dad, I was worried about getting caught by my kids! I had a great time watching everyone get excited about some guy who showed up that I'd never heard of. Lars Frederiksen is apparently from some big punk band called Rancid. I don't know. My head is pounding and I need to relax.