Tucson should instead take Luna, EoC, Richter, LMNO, any myself as mascots. Mostly on account of it's pathetic how we all try to be all NICE when we meet up with each other, but we all remember, at some level, the events at Charley's Kitchen. The fragment I remember was this split-second in time where I was leaning across the bar getting more beer for us. LMNO was beating the night manager while making noises that sounded like a gorilla in a clothes drier, and Richter had pinned the bartender to the wall with one arm and was cataloguing the man's sins in a friendly-sounding voice. Luna and EoC just sat at the table, bellowing out the song Mexican Radio. I looked at the stunned crowd and said "what the fuck were you EXPECTING? Action/Reaction, fools! How else did you expect the universe to respond?"I would be part of this mascot team as long as we could still keep The Prick as a name.
That's all I remember.