Well, I've long been an evangelist for one of nature's finest products: beer. So any chance I get to take a picture of my favorite cheap-ass beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon; any other cheap-ass beer is for frat boys, date rapists, and just all-'round douchebags) in a strange, yet oddly appropriate context, I do. So... uh... here you go.

I was at a house show the other night. La Knots and Palmreader (both local) played it. Before the bands played, some kid rolled up to the porch where we were all chillin' on his bike, and smashed a guitar (that didn't belong to him), looking for a fight with some dude he owed money to. Pretty fucking lame, if you ask me. Anyway, at around that point, some friends and I went to Winco on a beer run.

We came back, and the guitar is still there. I finish chugging my Pabst Blue Ribbon (note: chugging is the only acceptable way to drink Pabst Blue Ribbon), and stick the can in the guitar. The rest is history.