ah, Harold St. what a terrible trip down memory lane. although quaint, the place was a hellhole. the pool of collected feces over a period of months was terrible in itself, but once the lesbians got there, it was like throwing salt on an already open wound. ugh.

playing guitar out front was nice though (especially with todd); i couldn't smell the festering pool of crap so much up front.




speaking of crap, sammy sosa got beaned -- real hard.