The 5 between LA and SF is a miserable and boring stretch of road. The only thing to look forward to is the 'mile of cows' at about the half way point , and that's only sad and smelly. Luckily for me , hyperactive youngster Anthony Anzalone brought along a number of funny costumes to suprise me with. It goes a little something like this-

"Hey Dad."

"Look at me Dad. I'm a vampire!"

"Oh Dad! I can' breathe!"
A real laugh riot! He needs to work on his co-pilot skills though. His directions are for shit and if you aren't listening to screaming japanese crust he whines.
Walking into the Eagle Tavern was intense. It's always jarring to see so many 275 pound middle aged men aggressively making out. The kid seemed nervous and whispered "Are you going to look out for me?"
These pictures do the show no justice. Total gay mayhem. GAYHEM! A packed sea of affectionate , violent testosterone. Pinball machines were getting knocked over! Sweaty leather vests sailed through the air!

Limpwrist really were incredible. I even saw Gary Floyd from the Dicks there. Like woah dude. Gary Floyd is a legend!

Bears and leather daddys are having more fun on a single Thursday night than YOU probably will in a whole year. Seriously. We could ALL learn something about the big picture from them.
Thank you , Gays.