In May of 1996 my band at the time was playing a widely unpublicized show at The Met. Before the show, something, or rather someone, caught my eye. There on the curb stood this bleached out Venus in Old Skool Vans and a white v-neck tee. A vision of punk rock beauty.

Long story short: we met – on our first date she was suave and cool and seemed to know everybody; I thought she was older than me – we discovered a mutual affinity for "Chesterfield King" by Jawbreaker, we married, and now she's my beautiful wife and the mother of my daughter. Today she turns 28. Happy birthday baby.