Last night supporting Barb Wire Dolls from LA (originally Crete, Greece):











It was pretty chaotic, in a good punk rock way. An old friend of mine decided to send me a love tap, via an ice cube, check the forehead closely, fortunately it didn't bleed much:



My son came and roadie'd for me, here he is posing with my friend Dave (Dave's idea, haha):



We also snuck his girlfriend in as our merch grrl. Had to run her home after our set to meet curfew (they're both 15, can't believe her dad let her come along), then ran back to see Barb Wire Dolls:



Good times.