Great stage banter: "I can't speak English. Do you understand? Do you understand? I can't speak English. So! Fuck you!"
I took this at midnight on Saturday night, right about when I turned 31. Aside from accompanying Eric to a hardcore show, I celebrated by swimming and having a few people over for beer and meat. There were lots of strawberry-based desserts. I made sludgy drinks out of pineapples and vodka. St. Murse sang his neti pot song. It was nice.