People,

So tonight we're bringing the big rock show to the unsuspecting denizens of Hanover, Massachusetts - specifically the unsuspecting denizens that pay five dollars to be cramped into my old high school auditorium. This one has the potential to be very weird for Mr. Joe Welsh folks, and y'all will be the very first to know.

Last night we drove to Hanover to do a tech rehearsal. And as we're getting on the highway we get stuck in a little traffic, leaving us directly next to a medium security prison. Now, the prison is built literally five feet from the on-ramp and you can actually see the prisoners in their cells. And being prisoners, there's not so much to do besides look at traffic. So dudes are waving and giving us peace signs, and of course we're waving right back and squeling with giddy laughter "we're talking to dudes in JAIL! This rules!"

Anyway, as we inch along we come up on two angry looking dudes in their cells. They are definitely in there for murdering puppies or something, cause these dudes look mean. As I'm about to cautiously throw them a wave, one of the dudes gives me the finger. And of course I'm immediately a combination of scared out of my mind and righteously indignant, eager to defend myself aginst this slight. But then I realize "this dude's in jail! F%$k you, dude, what are you going to do?" And the fingers went up.

It was perhaps the single greatest moment in my life. I mean, every time you give someone the finger there's always that chance that they'll follow you, fight you or find some other way to kill you. But this guy had absolutely no recourse. It was like I was giving the finger to every bully I've ever known without any of my natural cowardice getting in the way.

Plus, it wasn't my car, so if he took the license plate down then Gordon will certainly be the one to be brutally murdered in three to six years.

I win...