I went to my little brother’s punk rock show tonight. He’s 16 already. damn. The show was amazing. A little punk rock cafe with vegan food and a skinny hard core guy walking around asking for gas money for the bands. It was a trip, like watching quantum leap. There was a little me, and little versions of some of the people I knew and know. I watched them awkwardly gossip, slam dance, and watch themselves as my little brother busted hardcore guitar solos. And there I was, invisible like Dr. Sam. The show ended, and after I told my brother how proud I was and that I loved him, and as I gunned out of the parking lot, I thought, if that was quantum leap, then what must I change, how can I fix things. There are things to fix. Right? I’m not so sure. I hit all greens and gunned the engine to 50, and I felt like actually they were ok, that all those kids will be just fine.