It is freaking cold outside now. I woke up this morning and was freezing. I realized that winter is the best weapon for fighting crust punk kids who think its cool to live on the street and beg for beer money. I got this mental image that the crust punk kids were like birds, and they just fly home for the winter. Home being their moms basement, where they have to cut their hair and take out their piercings and wear khakis. I dont know, i just found that to be an amusing mental image. Thats all for now.