Good morning and I have a new job:

Doing an assignment for my friend Lindsay's college class. She reads this blog, so HELLO LINDSAY! (It freaks her out when I address her directly on here. Hahaha). She has given me a nickname: MIRL—Mike In Real Life. I don't know what she calls me when she reads this, but my guess is 'your Majesty'. 20 bucks, so I can finally buy that small tropical island I've had my eye on.

In other news, went to the punk rock show last night and watched the kids mosh. My moshing days are behind me, but I still have the scars on my head to prove that I did, in fact, have moshing days. Fun was had.

In betwixt bands I went out in the parking lot to suck down a beer since the place has no liquor license. Cops rolled by and I nearly got busted. Had to throw the beer in the bushes. I didn't mind—I was fucking freezing.

On a side note, the singer for the Dirty Rotten All-Stars kinda looks like a male version of Gerard Way.

I didn't stay through the whole thing because I got tired. So I went home, took some Geritol with prune juice, climbed into bed, and continued to get older.