(email, 1997)

Friday nite we went downtown to a gallery to see Saccharine Trust.  Old time’s sake kinda thing.  Old building, bare concrete walls, shitty P.A., warm Bud in cans.  About halfway thru their set a million cops bust in for no apparent reason.  Show gets shut down.  Aging, greying, thin-on-top former punks milling about aimlessly cursing the “fucking Pigs”….it was so nostalgic I could’ve cried.