Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Better late than never. Right?

Yesterday started at around noon in the basement, but soon moved onto a print shop to finish up some last minute t-shirts for last night's gig. 2 cigarettes, some awkward conversation and a few hours later they were done. My fingers were still green from dyeing the shirts two nights before but they were warm... even if only from the heat-set shirts I was folding and throwing into a broken cardboard box.

We played the gig, smoked some weed and drank every drop of liqour our drink tickets entitled us to. Then we left. Two words sum up the first part of the rest of our night. Waffle House.

At around 2 a.m. we hit the slippery road back to Philadelphia in the twinkie. This is where it got us:

The alternator belt was shredded to shit and the battery wasn't holding charge for dick. That wasn't even the worst part. We were stuck in the cold waiting for the tow truck all night. However, there was a plus side; another Waffle House.

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