Ragna-rock!

This is real!

While we played our second set, mad thunderstorms blew through, sending hot dog stand umbrellas and other detritus zipping past the plate glass window at rear of stage!  Whoa!  Also, the wind and rain blew in a surfeit of cute girls who looked like Russian hookers.  Yay, etc.

Anyway, at my buddy's mom's in a nearby suburb, what the "authorities" "described" as "wind shear" [I'll stop now] blasted through and just ripped up a two-block area.  Slightly beyond this mild perimeter, no damage at all!

If it was out fault for flinging storms out in the world via our rock, I apologize.  No, what am I saying?...I'LL NEVER APOLOGIZE!