Sunday, February 16, 2014
Last Night In The Netherworld
Not where we were headed.
Nope. We were headed for the Ralphs around the corner. Where the restrooms had drawn a line of forty-ish (age, there weren't more than 15 of the fuckers in line) tattoo'd metal monsters clad in black pants, black shoes, & black tour T-shirts, refugees from the line around the block waiting to enter the Wiltern. (If they were such metal bad-asses they'd have pissed right on the fucking Denny's that occupies the other end of the block the Wiltern's on. Or just pissed their pants. Can't really see it on black pants. Either way, wimps!!)
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