He planned on havin' each Troublemaker wear one at the beginning of the set or somethin'. Man, if I saw these things lyin' around, I wouldn't even consider usin' them for ANYTHING, but leave it to Tim to find some use for 'em in a Trouble- Makers setting. We got back to the Gold Coast with little time to do anything except get ready for scenes of sweat-drenched swingers, drunken swingers, and swingers who cough and bitch when smoke bombs are lit. SHOW: Although he was probably forced at knife-point to wear it, Deke Dickerson introduced the band donned in the cool/ugly lookin' "Mio Amore" truck ball cap. After that, the Troublemakers hit the stage, probably at the precise moment Deke walked off stage mumbling "man, hopefully no chicks saw me in this shit". Tim grabbed the mike and proclaimed "We are the Troublemakers from Sacramento, NOT San Francisco" and with that, they busted into "You Make A Better Door", the opening track from their LP. I swear, the first 30 seconds of the song probably got many of the swingers thinking "man, I gotta jump on the Troublemakers band wagon before one of them dies. This song is thee shit, but those hats, are like, so not 1966"...

END OF SHOW: Near the end of "Jack The Ripper", Tim heaved for the Troublemakers brand suit case (or pieces of suit case), threw out a bag of smoke-bombs (which he also bought that afternoon atta fireworks stand down the street from the Gold Coast) and lit a handful and chuckin' 'em into the faces and crowd of the Grind. The in-crowd stood around in amazement and awe (even though their suits were gettin', like, smokey), and the pussies ran off before they even hit the ground. The Grind had never seen anything like it. Tim picked up the "new" rent-a-drum set and threw it across the stage, while the square-mullet-moustache wearin' fuck of a sound man shoots by me yellin' out "FUCK!!". Hahaha.

POST SHOW: For some reason, the Troublemakers sold a shitload of stuff; swingers got more drunk then they were before the Troublemakers played... POST GRIND: The Troublemakers go back to work at their mediocre jobs...