Fashions Of The Northwest, UNITE!

So I have discovered that there is one place in the world where you can see greasers, polo shirt-ers, and, um, "Nascar" fans (you know what I mean, don't make me say it), PLUS their assorted ladies in one poorly ventilated place! Where is this place, you ask? Why, it's a Social Distortion concert, my friends! Bringing motley crews together since...well, whenever the band formed. Imagine watching all these different heads of hair bobbing in one motion, the mullet, the crew cut, the occasional frizz helmet, the wave-thing that greasers have goin' on...it's breathtaking, simply breathtaking. The band was good too.

My arms and shoulders are burnt to a crisp. I tell you, this global warming thing is gonna take out the Irish and the Scandavian pasties in record masses of skin cancer epidemics. We don't have a fucking chance. I thought the end of the world would take the vegetarians first, and this gave me pleasure...but it seems I was wrong. I wear SPF 30 and still come home looking like I'm glowing with radiation. (Yes, I know that would mean I am glowing green, but I disagree with that cinematic take on the effect of radiation 'cause I like red better...Simpsons be damned).