At the Immortal Technique show, some colossal shitbag carved their happy pirate name into the men's room mirror, five feet across. Also, a couple dozen tiles have been tagged so badly that they have to be replaced. So there's a thousand bucks gone. We couldn't possibly have had anything better to spend it on, right? Thanks, assholes. I hope your mom's real proud of your awesome handwriting.

It turns out that when doing hiphop shows, it's cheaper to pay someone to do nothing else but stand in the bathroom all night than to pay for the repairs afterward.

The other day I was complaining about the fact that the only reason we have a light under one of the skull vodka bottles is that Shawn cannibalized a light out of a liquor display from some previous promotion that he hadn't yet thrown away. Even though (I think) Chris had asked our distributor to send us something weeks ago. Surely they have a lighted base for these, right? I mean, come on, you're launching a new product, in a fancy bottle, and you don't ship displays to your first batch of retailers?

Then it was pointed out to me that I was standing there assuming competence at every step on a chain spanning at least three companies.

Never lose that optimism, kids. Don't die inside.