Mr. Dean!

Oh yeah! How could I forget?

At the gig I met this crazy dude and I have to write something about him because he sure deserves it.
I found him sitting a couple of metres next to me while I was waiting for the gig to begin and of course, because of the beer(!), I had to say something to him. So, I said YO BITCH! and he said YOOO HOMIE!
Then we spent the following hours spending our heineken-coins and dancing our arses off to the gig.

Anyways, Dean lives somewhere here in Holland, goes to as many gigs he can, alone. And drinks more beer than no other living being can.

Cheers Dean!