Domingo 26 Abr 2009, 11h:34
4-6-09
Monday night. Traditionally, a shitty night.
At least in my experience.
After parking in a shady-ass spot, commencing our usual pre-show drug ritual, and relieving myself in the parking lot, my good friend/professional kegpuncher Big D and I exit my truck and make the small trek to our destination. The muggy, near-constricting air of Corpus Christi's blackheart-downtown and the all-too-familiar sightings of destitute homeless, unkempt prostitutes, and various nightcrawling streetwalkers makes an appropriate backdrop to a night of booze-chugging, bone-chiefing, and slam-dancing.
Or maybe I'm just smelling my own shit, again.
Various looks that run the gamut of disgust…