Someone asked me about Ow, My Foot! today, after seeing the wonderful mug my wonderful fianceé made for me four years ago. I thought about the one-dollar bottomless coffees. I thought about the sharp December breeze and the dingy downtown funk. I remembered Dilbert and Flash Gordon inspired almost-spoken word. I remember Vanilla Steamed Moo. I smell the people, I feel the carpet, I taste the angst and the hippies and the yuppies.

“It was a band I was in,” I told him. I wiped a tear from my eye.