Nathan from Marysville
We were on our way to the Triple Door for a martini when we got run over by a pack of rowdies pouring out of the Showbox. The conversation went something like this: "What show did you just see?" "Dude. Fuckin' Papa ROACH!" "Was it good?" "Hell yeah, I was all up in that pit… you want some of this Mickey's?" "No thanks. Why are you wearing four hats?" "I lost mine, so I, uh, BORROWED these… you seen my brother?" "I even don't know your brother. " "Shit. Who are you again?"

I'm Kelly O and you're drunk of the week. We'll mail Nathan's T-shirt and $10 off to Marysville. Really, we will.