Hey kids this comic was supposed to go up last Friday, but we dropkicked the ball. Sorry about that. It's all Ted Nugent's fault. The Bastard!

So last Saturday I went to Alvin's to catch the Catch 22 show. Remember how awhile ago I said I love Catch 22...well forever strike that from the record. I FUCKING LOVE CATCH22!!!!! The show was most excellent. Not a lot of people there, but those that were in attendance totally rocked. I got a chance to catch up with a bunch of peeps. And anyone who says Catch 22 isn't as good live now or they don't play their songs right or whatever lame excuse you might have, well you just suck at life. The goal of the show was to get them to play "On & On & On" four times in a row. No matter how much we yelled, they just would not give in. The Bastards!

Then on Monday I went up to Saginaw with the Mysterious Matt Wixson to see Stamp'd play a farewell show for their lead singer/guitarist/totally cool guy. It was at this little bar where everybody knew everyone else, so we felt kind of out of place. But Stamp'd were awesome (and very drunk by the end of it). They played three sets which included all their songs and a bunch of covers. SO GOOD. For the last song, everybody got up on chairs and the band was dispersed through the crowd and on the bar and it was great.

So we left Saginaw at like a little after two. So at Matt's, I got in my car and took off hoping to make it home by five. It was not meant to be. I didn't even make it to the end of his street when I noticed my truck had a flat tire. Like completely flat. This is a long story, so I'm gonna make it short. I ended up at an all night donut shop where they didn't speak English. I ended up crying. Then I called home and talked to Hoss. That calmed me down a bit. I ended up changing the tire myself at four in the morning. During this time, at least five guys stopped on their way in for coffee to watch me do this. One guy offered some advice, but not help. By the time I got the spare on, some little old man offered to finish up for me. I couldn't let him do it because he probably would've hurt himself. So I finished up and he stuck around to make sure everything was alright. He even gave me directions, because I had no clue where I was. So by the time I got home and cleaned up and to bed, it was damn near seven in the morning. Fun times! Oh yeah, and then my body refused to sleep and I ended up waking up at 11. It was okay though. I just went into work and slept in my office. I hate my job, but it does have it's perks. And for the record, the auto guy pulled a three inch bolt out of my tire. It went in head first. Head first! You're just as confused as I am that Mysterious Matt Wixson would have that laying about in his driveway.

Okay, back on Monday. Ska is Dead 3 next week!

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