this weekend’s Austin Psych Fest is nearly upon us and while it is tempting to weigh in on such important subjects like “do you have to remove your floppy hat before going thru the metal detectors?” and “how do the Night Beats still exist”, I’ll instead publicly state (not for the first time) that I am unprepared to tell the story about the time I was physically ejected from a Black Rebel Motorcycle club show in Las Vegas for heckling the band. Simply put, I am saving this sage for my own book, a tome which will solely concern the events and circumstances surrounding my physical ejection from a Black Rebel Motorcycle club show in Las Vegas for heckling the band. I realize some of you probably think this is a rather flimsy premise for a book that might be as long as 600 pages, but if Mike Pompeo can get away with (however long his stupid book is) blathering on about his weight loss secrets and his boner for Israel, I’m pretty sure I’ve got him (and everyone else) beat.