Yes, leather-clad, long-haired, middle-aged Taiwanese rockers are playing Justin Bieber in a warehouse at the factory where Taiwan beer, an entire island’s dive beer, is made. Yes, that elderly man in a burgundy sweater vest is standing on his bench and gleefully waving a rainbow-colored glowstick. Yes, a server is delivering a can of Coke to the singer on a paper plate as a gift from an anonymous spectator.
Yes, yes, yes. It’s all true.
SO. FRIKKIN. TRUE.