Funny thing this morning: I was riding the damp bus up Bank Street, which is not the usual thing but in the slush my shins start to get a little sore. I had this week's Pro Wrestling Torch, and ended up sitting next to this neo-Goth who would put me in my one-time glory to shame, but maybe not Caro, "jelly donut" she. So while I was thinking that I was being uncool reading this, neo-Goth taps me on the shoulder and asks me where I got it. So I wasn't uncool at all; I was actually the opposite.