Circa New Years' 1996-turned-1997. I'm at the Manhattan apartment of Noah Wildman from Moon Ska records. After school, my friends and I would loiter aimlessly inside Moon's storefront at Ave. A and (I think) 4th Street. One time hypeman supreme TC walked in and threatened to beat me up for saying some shit he thought was about his crew in the pages of Maximumrocknroll. I had to tell him that he had me confused with the drummer from the Hysterics. Next month, that loudmouthed drummer will be the best man at my wedding.
Photo by Sasha Acosta-Cohen -- or at least courtesy of him; who can remember who took it? -- one of my old partners in crime who I don't get to see nearly enough of anymore.