i wanna run from the yay area
after the unloading of our gear we meet some of the members of the other band that we are playing with and they inform us that there should be a turnout..
california made a new law that year that "we" smokers cannot smoke in bars anymore. you have to go outside and stand in front of businesses sucking your fags and cockroach's talking about how next year washington will have the same law, and the year after, oregon. you litter your cigarette butts on the street with the roaches and adams apple fags making such a BIG difference on polk and pine street in downtown san francisco.
as you walk in the bar everyone is smoking including the bartender, and this was the only bar in all of schwarzenegers state that i have seen coffin nails. so we all sit down at the bar with ____ and get some free budweiser. as i light my cigarette i still feel the hard tapping on my shoulder as if it was an abusive old school teacher catching you cheating on the final test, to scold you informing you that YOU CANNOT CHEAT IN HERE! YOU CANNOT CHEAT IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA! NOT WHILE YOU ARE IN MY CLASSROOM! GO OUTSIDE! so you spit up a little beer and you apologize to the tender dearly that you did'nt know and you hail from a state where being an american is still your choice for another year and the beer you just spat up is now foaming over the head. you do not know where to put it out as you look at the non-smokers caulking at you and rolling there eyes when the tender throws an ashtray at you amd whipes up the beer off of the dirty bar.
"i'm sorry" and you waddle outside.
____ informs us that KIMO's might look a little bit tattered and torn but it is a famous little bar here in this fine city and many famous acts have played here.
"dead kennedy's, sex pistols, ramones, shit metallica just played here two months ago."
now that comment actually made me laugh at him in disbelief.
"ya know i can record you guys if ya would like? right out of the mixer on to tape.. will only cost ya for the maxell tape casette.. 2 dollars." what a fucking deal. we're in
one free beer leads to another free beer and another then you get the look when you ask for another one like "you guys cannot continue this drinking at this rate for another 3 hours!. we only got you a 24 pack." the first thought was "at least it was budweiser" and the second was "what about the not getting paid thing but getting us fucked up beyond recognition promise."
my liver twitches and the fear rises of not having brew.
now i was not paying attention to the bartender this whole time which i believed to be a women at first perifirrel glance and realized that it was a man.. or was it.. we all look at eachother in disbelief and carry on our way. now that fear about running out of suds went away as it said
"ya know don't worry about the beer running out, i'll take care of you guys. the name is Harland and you just holler at me if you need anything.. especially you.! scotts face is beat red and tearing up in laughter holding it back as he covers his mouth and strides quickly out of the bar to run down the stairs to go past the gay bar and into the street with the fags and cock roaches and laugh hard. too hard as this really struck funny to old scott. one of those had to be there moments.
the sun is starting to rest in the west and things are good.
tba
california made a new law that year that "we" smokers cannot smoke in bars anymore. you have to go outside and stand in front of businesses sucking your fags and cockroach's talking about how next year washington will have the same law, and the year after, oregon. you litter your cigarette butts on the street with the roaches and adams apple fags making such a BIG difference on polk and pine street in downtown san francisco.
as you walk in the bar everyone is smoking including the bartender, and this was the only bar in all of schwarzenegers state that i have seen coffin nails. so we all sit down at the bar with ____ and get some free budweiser. as i light my cigarette i still feel the hard tapping on my shoulder as if it was an abusive old school teacher catching you cheating on the final test, to scold you informing you that YOU CANNOT CHEAT IN HERE! YOU CANNOT CHEAT IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA! NOT WHILE YOU ARE IN MY CLASSROOM! GO OUTSIDE! so you spit up a little beer and you apologize to the tender dearly that you did'nt know and you hail from a state where being an american is still your choice for another year and the beer you just spat up is now foaming over the head. you do not know where to put it out as you look at the non-smokers caulking at you and rolling there eyes when the tender throws an ashtray at you amd whipes up the beer off of the dirty bar.
"i'm sorry" and you waddle outside.
____ informs us that KIMO's might look a little bit tattered and torn but it is a famous little bar here in this fine city and many famous acts have played here.
"dead kennedy's, sex pistols, ramones, shit metallica just played here two months ago."
now that comment actually made me laugh at him in disbelief.
"ya know i can record you guys if ya would like? right out of the mixer on to tape.. will only cost ya for the maxell tape casette.. 2 dollars." what a fucking deal. we're in
one free beer leads to another free beer and another then you get the look when you ask for another one like "you guys cannot continue this drinking at this rate for another 3 hours!. we only got you a 24 pack." the first thought was "at least it was budweiser" and the second was "what about the not getting paid thing but getting us fucked up beyond recognition promise."
my liver twitches and the fear rises of not having brew.
now i was not paying attention to the bartender this whole time which i believed to be a women at first perifirrel glance and realized that it was a man.. or was it.. we all look at eachother in disbelief and carry on our way. now that fear about running out of suds went away as it said
"ya know don't worry about the beer running out, i'll take care of you guys. the name is Harland and you just holler at me if you need anything.. especially you.! scotts face is beat red and tearing up in laughter holding it back as he covers his mouth and strides quickly out of the bar to run down the stairs to go past the gay bar and into the street with the fags and cock roaches and laugh hard. too hard as this really struck funny to old scott. one of those had to be there moments.
the sun is starting to rest in the west and things are good.
tba