Fightstravaganza!

Maybe it was the sudden sting of upper-Midwest summer humidity. Maybe it was all the talk of Tim's soon-to-arrive athletic training equipment. Whatever it was, the testosterone suddenly and inexplicably shot up at the Attic, and what had been until that time a calm studio of creative exploration turned into the most intense, take-no-prisoners brawl this tri-state area has yet seen. Witnesses to the wild display of strength and ferocity run amok found themselves without words, but fortunately with Ace bandages and a digital camera. In the end, as suddenly as it came, the frenzied fisticuffsmanship came to a close, with no clear winner decided. Only time will tell if such a terrible fate should ever pass through the studio again. (We pray not.)