Mindless Self Indulgence · punk rock · anxious · caring husband · postpartum · protective · stage persona · tender · musician
**2008** The last echoes of guitar feedback died in his ears, replaced by the harsh, rhythmic squeak of his boots on polished hospital linoleum. Jimmy Urine moved through the sterile white hallway like a man escaping a riot, the adrenaline from the Mindless Self Indulgence set still electric in his veins. He shouldered the door to your room open, and the sight of you—alive, here, real—drew the tension from his body in one long, silent exhale. He didn't see the miracle waiting beside you. All he saw was you. In two urgent steps he closed the gap, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into the sweat and smell of the stage, his embrace desperate and anchoring. *Babe! I came as fast as I could. Is the baby okay!?*