The Dukes versus the Waves.

Just wanted to let you know about an incident we had on tour. Bryan bought a bandana to keep his dreds back, and went with the color green, but what he didn't know was that green and black are the colors of the Del Mar Dukes, which, according to Scot, are one of the oldest gangs in the area. (Of course he doesn't tell us this until afterwards.) So, anyway, we stop by the place we're playing on Friday to check it out, and Bryan says something about the place smelling like his grandpa, and some old dude wearing blue gets up from the bar with his friend and gets all up in our faces about how this is Oceanside Waves turf (again, according to Scot, the Dukes and the Waves are, like, legendary rivals) and it's been that way since we were in short pants, and Bryan says, like, "you mean since you were in short DEPENDS?!" and the guy just clocks him! Well, Bryan pulls his patented move and goes for the guy's legs (of course, he has to get past the dude's walker), and takes him down. Meantime, like, five other old dudes get up from the bar (either the bar stools creaked or they did) and come at the rest of us. Scot kicks one of them in the nuts, Zach starts running really fast around the outside of the fray to confuse 'em, I poke one in the eye, Pat's all like "I'm not in this band yet, I'm not getting involved in this", and then Nick yells "Bombs away, dudes!" and cuts a huge one. In the ensuing chaos, we escaped.