malmuud

Hey, I actually added some pictures tonight. I'm getting the hang of resizing them, so they shouldn't look like shit anymore. Enjoy, my imaginary readers! Go forth and conquer!
Speaking of shit, avoid Baltimore at all costs. Apparently they lock their parking garages there at midnight, on Friday nights! Meaning I was stuck there after a show, gazing at my poor car. So close, yet so far. Called in a few favors (i.e. begged), and managed to crash with the band I went to see. As X would sing, "It's all who you know."
And what's up with racism in the indy scene? Granted, I knew that the whole noise-rock circle was white, but I never really knew why. Until Friday night:
"Are you the guy running the door?" asked the dirty man.
"No, but I am sitting in his chair."
"Some dudes just came in looking for some girls..."
"Yeah, I sent them up to the roof."
"I should introduce myself. My name is *dipshit* and I live here. I don't want people I don't know coming up onto the roof, okay?" extends arm to shake.
"Yeah, sure, whatever" glares back.
Now, the "dudes" in question made the mistake of being African-American. (Who the fuck still uses the word "dude?") 'Cuz I saw plenty of dirty noise kids crawling up onto that roof. But as soon as some minorities show up, the place shuts down. It was real clear what this asshole was talking about.
Luckily, the kids were real nice as they left. Offered to hook us up with E, weed, or dick-sucking chicks! Making their removal even stranger.
And the place I crashed at? Had four vintage pinball machines! That you could play for free! It was like sleeping on heaven's dirty, hardwood floor. So, yeah, avoid Baltimore. Leave it to me.