Spent a couple of weeks on the East Coast for work last month and caught a hot fukkn gig in a Mexican restaurant in Washington DC. My pal Mike and I rolled up, we knew no one and we were a solid decade older than anyone else in attendance...so basically a perfect gig. Crushed a beer or three, watched the kids practice their dance floor moves on the sidewalk, found a nice air conditioned balcony and got our faces melted by SCRAMBLE, NECRON 9 and these local mutants called PUTRID BOYS. Then we hopped on some bikes and rolled back to the hotel and went to sleep. It was cool.
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