We played at an art gallery in Pittsburgh. It had been around longer than I realized, for in the backstage closet one can admire all of the posters and fliers of bands like the White Stripes that had played there (as the opening band) before they were huge.
The highlight of our night was meeting a guy named Sneeky, who invited us to cash at his house right down the street. And when I say house I mean a killer living zone with a roller rink! Although fun in theory, whiskey and roller skating do not mix well.
Conveniently, Zac's clothes were made at about the same time the roller skates were.
This is Scott about to bail. He pretty much kicked his own ass...whiskey 1, Scott 0.
Thanks for the good times Sneeky!
We played at an art gallery in Pittsburgh. It had been around longer than I realized, for in the backstage closet one can admire all of the posters and fliers of bands like the White Stripes that had played there (as the opening band) before they were huge.
The highlight of our night was meeting a guy named Sneeky, who invited us to cash at his house right down the street. And when I say house I mean a killer living zone with a roller rink! Although fun in theory, whiskey and roller skating do not mix well.
Conveniently, Zac's clothes were made at about the same time the roller skates were.
This is Scott about to bail. He pretty much kicked his own ass...whiskey 1, Scott 0.
Thanks for the good times Sneeky!
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