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Hey Mike! Something kinda cool happened this weekend, completely out of the blue. You're favorite Croat is currently spending his traditional "Every 3 years" vacation in the US biking the East Coast. On Saturday night, one of your favorite drummers (so favorite that you actually fucking PAID him!) who is living in Baltimore now, Jimmy Flame, was playing a gig with his new band Unung Heroes (he's also going back to Loyola for his Master's but that's a different post) at a house party. Sometime around 10:30 pm Saturday night, out of the blue Flame messaged me saying "I'm hanging our with Dario (Adam) in DC at a show I'm playing! He says Hi!" I was totally blown away and delighted, how cool is it that the world we created offers the opportunity for these things to happen. I honestly don't know that Jimmy and Dario met before - but I am pretty sure Adam knows who Jimmy is and that he played with us....but maybe he didn't and they just started talking about punk rock and it brought them to Agent86, the connection they both share, and that they both have fond enough memorie to reach out to me. Adam sent a picture of them together about 15 minutes later, which just rules. I am so inordinately happy that they both were thinking about me for a second - I do exist! Also, I love the idea of Adam bending Jimmy's ear and I have to ask if it was the DC connection that brought us up or the Seattle connection. At any rate, I just wanted to note a good feeling, because they have been pretty few and far behind lately.

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