So I flew out there -- I swear, I've never driven so fast on I-94 in the rain -- to see Justin, as he and his crew were leaving. One of the roadie guys was like, "You're the best friend that loves ZH, right? She told us all about you! (pointing to Marissa)" Justin said the show kinda sucked, and they'd be back in 2 months. He had broken or sprained his ankle, too.
I stayed around for a little while to hear some new dirt, then left. Fuckin A, man. All the way.
My best friend wuvz me.