I met a cute Japanese girl who liked IPAs who said her mom was one of the screaming fans at the famous Cheap Trick at Budokan concert. I walked her out of my apartment where my upstairs neighbor, Miss Weregun, was outside shaking out a hand vacuum. Whatever was coming out of it kept blowing back in her face. She was swearing at it, saying things like “You fuck.” She looked at me and Samira. “Wipe that ass off your face,” she said. I don’t  know who Miss Weregun directed that comment to, it probably could have been correct either way. This was in June. Later that night I went to a festival on Division Street (“Do Division”). It’s one of those fests where…