Two bands jumped on the show, Indie-synth-dance, and rapping with a horns section. Crazy girl talked ton-of shit on the little guy with the beard climbing on kids, and yelling. I was standing right next to her, but she didn’t recognize me because I had a hat on. I am Clark Kent. But, a kid drove from mass to see us, and bought every piece of Merch we have, because he felt bad about how weird the show was.

So, we were filling up the van in Indianapolis, and some cops came up behind us, blasted their sirens, and flanked the van with guns drawn… WITH GUNS DRAWN. Apparently, an old woman saw us eating at the waffle house across the street, and thought we looked suspicious. Man, people are awesome.

Okay… Round two.