it was one of the circle jerks’ reunion show in LA. our band got to open while we were on tour with GBH and Toxic Nacotic (needless to say, we were so unpunk rock for these shows, it was amazing).

backstage, i spy keith morris approaching us. stoked. bpm rising sky high. adrenaline rushing.

‘hey did one of you guys steal my whisky from our dressing room?’

i just wanted to pull one of his dreads out.