I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
So I went across the street to get a sandwich from Potbelly’s, and the overly friendly behind-the-counter guy is peppering me with questions about whether I have big plans for Halloween weekend. No, no, I don’t, I say several times. He keeps offering me alternatives, you’re not going to X? Or Y? Or Z? Finally, I say “No I’m not, but I am going to see the Damned tonight.”
Sound of screeching brakes, or crickets, as you prefer.
“The Damned?” he says…”The Damned…?” Uh, yes, the Damned, I say. British Goth-Punk band? Nevermind. I’ll be hauling out my walker and hearing aid for the show.
Here’s a picture of Pinch, taken at the 2007 Punk Rock Bowling tournament in Vegas: