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FakeSharkReaZombie on Friday night at The Backstage Lounge. The bassist spat on Steve and I; we spat back, kicked the monitor off its stand, smashed and threw a plastic pumpkin at them, and them, in return, threw at us. They were incoherent in song and pretentious in speech. I liked leaving and Steve liked the show

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A ghoulish gathering of stinkers from The Drive appeared on that street, the street being shut down to traffic from 1st avenue to Venables. The costumes were fantastic and in the majority incredibly inventive. My friend got wobbly drunk, then black-out drunk, and then proceeded to vomit in my bed.

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And The Lord made lasagna, and He saw that it was good, and Ali saw it was good, and ate it.

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I'm in the midst of working on a relationship that I didn't handle well the first time around. I'm glad to have another go at it. To err is Human, To give'r, Divine.

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Photo smash up soon. Holler out.