(2011)

A drummer friend of mine was playing some concerts over in Holland a few weeks ago.  A bunch of American hard rock and metal bands. One of the bassists—who’s gotta be way into his thirties at least—had some local metal hottie bent over the sink in the men’s room and was banging away furiously, like a good rock star. Her boyfriend comes into the bar looking for her. Somebody points to the men’s room. He goes storming in, sees them and says what the hell do you think you’re doing? The bass player sees the boyfriend in the mirror, turns around and flattens the dude with one punch, and gets right back to banging like nothing had happened.

Sometimes I miss those days.