What’s Worst Mondays without a dark and villainous foil? That’s the kind of thinking that forced us to create Best Fridays. So for all our weekend warrior brethren: Wooooo, T-G-I-F, right? Herein we hope to bookend your awful week by quizzing our previous Worst Mondays candidate about slightly more encouraging things. Every Friday!

So the Trunk reunion is tonight. It’s going to be rad. You’ve got Trunk, obz. Plus the Video Dead, featuring JUICEBOXdotcom contributer and super dude Ben Rispin. And The Grave. And Tilt’em. It’s free, and any donations you find fit to offer up will go to a Burlington charity called the Healthy Basket Program. Doors at 9. Red Rooster. Burlington. Pop punk forever.

Best injury
I don’t really have any good/funny injury stories. I’ve broken my nose three times. And I’ve sustained nine concussions. Maybe I do have injury stories, but I just can’t remember them?

Best historical figure
Neil Armstrong. Either that man truly walked on the face of the moon, or he was the greatest actor and liar the world has ever known. Either way, pretty bad-assed!

Best shirt
I’m a big skate tee guy. So I’ve had quite a few over the years that I’ve loved. But I guess if I had to choose one, it will be one that I still own. It’s a Black Label tee with a line of seven bombs on it and says
“Death From Above” below the bombs. No idea why, it’s really nothing special, but I love it. That, and my autographed Gretzky jersey.

Best thing to do with $20
Buy as much beer as it will get you. I highly recommend Pabst Blue Ribbon Light. That shit is gooood.

Best party trick
I can successfully “fall” down the stairs of any home without sustaining a major injury (knock on wood). We used to actually have competitions. I think the prize was usually a chocolate bar.

Best monster
I’m not into monsters. Unless you consider the Bumble from Rudolph to be true a monster? Gretzky was a monster of a hockey player, so I’ll choose good old Wayner.

Best question ever asked of you in an interview. Now answer it:
“Fuck no! That was NOT us! Why the hell would we piss in every ones drinks?! Well, except for that guy. Yeah, we did piss in his drink. Sorry man.”

At JUICEBOX HQ, we’ve never really had a case of the Mondays because we don’t have real-people jobs. But for those feeling a bit garfield this A.M., feel free to wallow in other people’s most hated things. Every Monday!

Sometimes, when I close my eyes really tight, it’s the mid-90s again and pop-punk rules. Then I wake up dudes like this are famous and I get way bummed out. As if to alleviate my seasonal punk rock depression, Trunk are reuniting this week. For one show. January 2. Red Rooster. Burlington. It’s going to be awesome and will make you want to light your stupid cut-offs on fire and buy a nice pair of unnecessarily baggy shorts and a skateboard.

My knowledge of Trunk comes exclusively from dubbed cassette tapes, which is a pretty romantic way to remember any band. They were just hitting their stride when I was finishing middle school, and as a result, they were one of the first punk bands I heard that made me question my devotion to Korn and musical theatre. They ruled.

The band formed in 1992 for a high school talent show. After two cassette releases, they signed to legendary local label Raw Energy Records, where they released Beaned Up Polkas, Yank to Release, and Throwin’ the Horns. Trunk played over 500 shows, toured North America a bunch of times, made three music videos, and starred in commercials for Tiger Toys and Ontario Hydro (easily their greatest achievement). They broke up 1999 without an official farewall show, having opened for bands like Rancid, Propagandhi, Good Riddance, MXPX, The Get Up Kids, DOA, SNFU, Day-Glo Abortions and Gob, and cementing their place in Canada’s pop-punk pantheon.

They went on to play in bands like Somehow Hollow and Grade. And now they’re back for one more show with no cover. Basically, it’s a steal of a deal and it’s going to rule. Peep the Facebook invite here, and peep bassist Jerry Filice’s answers to our awesome questions here:

Worst day-job
Dishwasher at the Keg. I hated every fucking second of it. Smashed shit rather than washing it, hid utensils, threw out dishes, and one night I even cut myself so I could leave early.

Worst haircut
I’m not afraid to admit that for 2 days, I had a “swoop“. Terrible. I’d never been more uncomfortable in my life.

Worst subculture
It’s a tie between dog park people that form cliques at the park, and heavily devoted Starbucks patrons. Why do people that drink Starbucks need that little hand protector on the cup? Is Tim Horton’s coffee somehow colder, or do we Timmy’s drinkers just have less asshole-like hands?

Worst date
The worst date I’ve ever been on is a date that I never actually went on. I went past my usual comfort level and actually approached a girl when I worked at the mall a lifetime ago. I asked her out and she said yes. Then 5 minutes before leaving to pick her up on the night of the date, she called and said she couldn’t go because she forgot she had her cousins birthday party. Oddly enough, she didn’t reschedule with me.

Worst invention
The “Fox Puck“. What a piece of shit! I always thought it had an infrared sensor that the camera picked up for all of our optically challenged friends south of the boarder. But no, just LED lights! ACTUAL lights IN the puck! I saw one on eBay a couple months ago. So not only was it a stupid invention, but it was also a total piece of shit.

Worst purchase
The Goober Patrol CD Vacation. It was the end of my So Cal punk innocence. Up until that point, if it had a Fat Wreck Chords or Epitaph logo on it, I would buy it without a listen. This record was a pile, and forced me to begin to question everything in life. I still hate it to this day, yet keep it in my collection as a reminder.

Worst way to die
In any situation where Jazz is playing. Fuck do I hate Jazz.