So, I just got back from vacation and tried out my new social experiment. The second to last day of the trip, I had my best buddy Tom Varnum, at his wedding reception, carve a wicked mohawk into my head. It fucking rocks! Now, if you know me, I used to have curly hippy-shag hair, so going from hippy-chique to punk rock is a bit drastic, but every bit worth it! So anyway, the last day there, we went to the mall and loaded up with a bunch of temp tattoos and also bought a rocker bracelet to boot. That day, walking through the airport, was hilarious! I saw women pulling their little children aside as I sauntered through the area, had my bags thoroughly checked by TSA, and I even got a free cocktail on the flight home! My only problem now is that I smile WAY too much, which gives me away. So now I'm working on being an angry punk instead of a peace-love hippy.