had way too much to drink last night. panix played the monks and supernova for me. doc and i sat together, held each other. she brought whiskey and coke to the table again and again. i snuggled in closer. she held me up. i love a girl who can drink me under the table. wonderful time, kind of disappearing into her in the dark, smoky bar. connecting less and less with what was going on around me, more and more with her shoulder, her neck, her arms, and the music. then, i had the ill-advised, one-too-many, really-this-is-my-last-drink. been years since i drank myself sick.
poor doc, having to deal with me.
now, i'm awake, almost completely cured, and looking ahead to work. anyone know where i put my glasses?
panix makes a fine fine punk rock dj. hopefully, they'll give him a regular gig.
poor doc, having to deal with me.
now, i'm awake, almost completely cured, and looking ahead to work. anyone know where i put my glasses?
panix makes a fine fine punk rock dj. hopefully, they'll give him a regular gig.
dwarves played for like twelve minute. blag got hit by a ceiling fan and was laid out on the bar.
hewho hit my friend in the head with a wine bottle and knocked him cold too,
rock n roll