I went to see the Radar Brothers at a shitty art gallery....

and all I got was this lousy picture not fully capturing the truly odd surroundings including, but not limited to a mural of fruits and vegetables, and a crazy Mexican guy with a yin-tang nipple tattoo who kept shouting words of vague (and occasionally threatening) encouragement at the band.
Man, I sometimes forget how good that band is.
In other news, I started working here, and I'm not sure if it's terrible, or relieving or great, or the worst decision that I've ever made. It is two things though: loud and dirty. Not necessarily deal breakers.

who's counting?