After I got my hearing partially blown out from watching bikes peel out on 25th street, I rode the bike home and got in the truck and drove up to Houston to see THE CRAMPS. I really enjoyed that show. The two opening bands were pretty lame, but The Cramps, people. Except for driving around for half and hour not finding the bar, and about 15 dutch-courage greasers getting into a goddamned fight and almost knocking me off of my barstool, I had a great time. They played way too many covers instead of their own songs, but they played 'em really fucking good. The set was too short, I wanted more. but I got a CRAMPS puke green t-shirt. Unh unh bitch, dig it.
then I got groceries on the way home. I'm fucking whipped. this sunburn is laying me out.