Two a.m. Cleveland, August 2009 Steve’s lunch. Selling pierogi and hot dogs since 1955, it’s a real king mixer for all on off types in Ohio City. Showing up on a whim on word of a free Mission of Burma show, and a week away from human breakdown, my car had already bit it, it had exploded somewhere on 87 South a few days earlier. In a few more days, I would be thrown out of the house, grinning at another failure in adulthood. But Mission of Burma, and the hot dogs… It wasn’t a dream, because I have the photos to prove it. And the scars.