So there's this small network of people who always see each other at parties in certain geographic locations. The idea is that, if you've seen the same random subset of people over the course of a decade or more in the same sort of situation, they must have something in common with you at least. Occam's razor and shit.

Among those people is a dude playing records in Louisville tonight. Derek Plaslaiko. He goes on at the second 1:20 tonight.

The car didn't explode this time. It did hiss at me though, draining strange alien green blood. I think it's appropriate that it's green. My punishment for any offenses against the universe is to take the form of "car."

By the way, Derek rocked the place.