Epoxies... not just a type of glue...

I was still on the road to recovery, but Kevin called and begged Josh and I to go out to the Hawthorne with him and Steff to see this band called the Epoxies.

He finally convinced us, but saying the magic words... "I'll buy."

Somehow, a conversation got started about circumcision. I have no idea. So Kevin and Josh became dubbed, "The Foreskin Brothers."

Steff arrived, with a hearty nipple twist for Josh.

The show was good. One of the bands even had a song that said something about Myspace being the place to get laid. I was pretty amused.

It was my first time in a smoky bar since I got out of the hospital. I did really well with braving the temptation and not smoking.

But, for some reason I spent the entire night getting blown up by text messages.