Everytime I think I’m a little “out there”, I remember THIS dork exists, which frees up my mind to do other things.

Like put on a mushroomhead XX logo painted jason mask, a diana ross wig, and flannel shirt so I could go to a Fiona Apple concert, mostly against my will, get up to the front of the stage and start waving my hand enthusiastically and yell “HI HIPPIE LADY!!! HELLO!!! HELLO HIPPIE LADY!!! HIIIIIII!!!” as her bassist had to walk off stage from laughing too much, Fiona Apple looking annoyed, and 2000 people all glaring daggers at me. Luckily the crowd was 100% females besides me. So no violence towards my antics actually took place.

Times are crazy. Especially when I remember that story is like 20 years old.