Also, I'm knee-deep in plans to drive around the northwest seeing a bunch of Pixies shows.
And the year is still 2004.
PS: Dear Seattle, just because you CAN yell stupid shit at shows doesn't mean you SHOULD. Chances are, the band doesn't know or care about your friend's birthday, nor do they care that you think the Yankees suck. K, thanks.
PPS: Dear Seattle, just because there are cars and things obstructing your lane doesn't mean you're automatically entitled to part of mine. I got my own plans for THE ENTIRE THING and when you come creepin' in it freaks my shit. So get out. Love, Steve
Oh... one other funny thing. Yeah, I know you can't write more stuff after the PS and the PPS, unless it's a PPPS, but that's just ridiculous. Anyway... while I was standing out in front of the Crocodile waiting for the doors to open, a little crowd formed. It got bigger and bigger until there were about 20 people gathered around, staring at the front door, waiting for it to open. 20 people. There were 20 people. Yet, even after 20 people had gathered, the next 6 or 7 people to arrive went straight to the front door and pulled on it, thinking it would open and they would walk right in... like it was some sort of gameshow. Some lucky winner is gonna get to go right into the club while all these other poor sods have to wait outside. Who's the next contestant on "Get in the Club Early"?
You know... it's time for people to stop breeding.