to all the people…

To all the people at the Gates: Thanks for the beer and pizza. Sorry about being bad luck. Sorry about how my balls drop 3 feet and my machismo goes into overdrive when I get around a bunch of Dommes. I’m like a feminist for men… 


To all the people at the 40th St. Warehouse Eviction Party: You all dance to sped up country music disguised as punk rock. But at least you know how to have a good time and dance like idjits. To the guy in the tutu… nuh uh. To the woman asking Krystal to move… go fuck yerself. To the woman asking for too many cigarettes… it was fun making you uncomfortable. To Matt… God dammit! I couldn’t find you to get the new Mass CDr you promised and I’m bummed.


To the people at the Rats Fight Party: Let’s see, I vaguely remember running into Dolores, Joannowar, John, Taija, Rooster, Julie, Crystal, and Justin. I kinda remember drinking too much. I kinda think I probably was really really drunk. I’m just SURE I was charming! Thanks to Georgina for watching me puke and not letting me drive. Semen-puke dred. Bleah. Sorry to John for ditching you, but at least you got a slurry phone message where your car was. 


To all the people at the Scum Angel show: HPG was in the fucking hiz-house! RESPECT!!! That was an awesome surprise to see Aime’e, the Queen of smiles herself, and the other folks there. Come to think of it, Wasted crew was there, too, and guess what? They were wasted. Scum Angel and Jesus Fucking Christ were pretty good, too, definitely getting some solid shit together, the both of them. To Brian… you didn’t really sign a 9×12 photo saying “Thanks for the Hardest Lovin” for me… I was just joking. I know it seemed plausible…