happy days are here again!  with that whole flowerfather incident behind us grohl and i got back to the business of rocking out, hard-core.  we're unstoppable! drinking and singing at night, hangovers and turkey bacon in the morning. righteous!

after a while grohl had to do some touring with his other band, the foo fighters. now i know what you're thinking- "doesn't dave have a way better time rocking out with you than he does with those other guys?" yeah, he does. but he feels sorry for the rest of the fighters, left unable to properly combat foo in his absence. so they signed up to play a few shows in a few select cities- including washington dc! i don't know why they didnt just set up the show in bethesda, must be those marketing suits getting in the way of good, honest, free-spirited rockers once more.

dave tried to give me special upfront tickets, but i told him i had to hit the karaoke circuit that night. I PUNK'D HIM! that's right, i attended the show as a special surprise for grohl. three or four songs in he finally spotted me, resplendent in my womens finger gloves and retro sunglasses. his mind was blown, bro! he dropped his guitar and stopped singing, pulling his righteous rock and roll mane back behind his head. the rest of the foos came to an abrupt stop.

"HEY BRO! KEEP ROCKING!"

he did! he rocked and i rocked and the band rocked and we all rocked on, rocking until everyone else was rocked out. i rocked so hard i could feel my internal organs and bodily humours begin to experience extreme rock fatigue. dave rocked so hard his fingers started bleeding- just another casualty of the IROCK war! none of the other fans there could handle it, the pathetic rock novices. while they filed out of the stadium grohl and i kept rocking! eventually the concept and meaning of rock itself came undone from the three dimensional world we inhabit and was forced to exist solely in the fourth dimension, which ordinarily would have been time but in this case was the ROCK DIMENSION! rock on!