I want to give a shout-out to my friend, the Mysterious Becker, for burning me a copy of the hard-to-find Chisel album 8 A.M. All Day before he left for his new life of siestas and cheap hookers in Spain. It's held up well, and reminds me of college days when my friends and I were obsessed with having cheetos and 100-proof martinis on the roof of our dorm, and I could hardly drink a Jack Daniels Country Cooler. Misty water-colored memories...