someone called me "punk rock" last night →[More:]of course, it was at the expense of slicing my right index finger open on a piece of sheet metal that i was using as a percussion instrument (contact mic'ed and processed through effects pedals) and bleeding all over the stage... it wasn't like i was smearing it all over my chest while screaming "t.v. eye" or anything. still, as i standing there wrapping duct tape around a wad of bar napkins to hold them in place long enough to drive myself to the hospital without bleeding all over my car, it felt kinda good to have some kid in his 20s call me punk rock.

a bittersweet moment that required ten stitches.