The worst thing about the party last night was the cops coming when I was only 5 or 6 people away from the bathroom.

The best thing was the free beer.

Everything else was pretty meh, except for the orderly way everyone left once it got busted. All of us mid to late twenty-year-olds were probably looking for an excuse to go home without looking lame anyway. Thank you Brighton Police!

Punk Rock Flea Market today. Ooo Ooo Ooo.