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.