Weird Science-You're Gonna Miss the Long DaysI met Zach Fuller in 2003, just a slight, grinning coyote of a lad, washing dishes behind the counter of the Union when they still served food. After a chili dog, I watched local legends We March launch into their set with a vacant mic set up like a tribute to a fallen friend. Then Zach barreled through the door, his shift over, stripped off his cooks whites mid stride, and hit the stage a full on howling hyena. I have loved him without pause since