All morning, dozens of teens have been camped outside around the corner from my office. They're in front of Avalon (the former Limelight) waiting to get into a concert by some band I've never heard of (Dire en Grey). I guess the band just got here, because a chorus of screams just richocheted through the office from the street below. I don't want to judge, but there are some genuine freakazoids hanging out on the street below. One looks like the guy from A Flock of Seagulls after an encounter with a staple gun.