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I just saw The Dead Milkmen last night. My favorite band as a kid. They played their only reunion show last night at FunFunFunFest in Austin. I was surrounded by stinky punks and nearly crushed to death while I was up front, but I managed to survive and enjoy myself through "Punk Rock Girl", and somehow managed to get away from the front of the stage even though everyone was pushing forward. After that, I just bounced around the mosh pit and danced while everyone else shoved each other. I was so happy in my own little world.
Yesterday morning, I got the news that my sister gave birth to a baby boy, Quetzal Guevara Martinez. I saw a picture and he's such a beautiful little güerito. I'm now an uncle. Now I get to buy him his first Ramones record. I have to get him off on the right track.
Yesterday morning, I got the news that my sister gave birth to a baby boy, Quetzal Guevara Martinez. I saw a picture and he's such a beautiful little güerito. I'm now an uncle. Now I get to buy him his first Ramones record. I have to get him off on the right track.