Today we drank half yards. Long cylindricals that would befit Alice's caterpillar. We start our day right. Parties joined us later . . . always suckling the hind teat, I guess. Nervously they glanced at our hopped up towers, over wee pints . . . or in Powers' case, a bloody goblet. Some bands are just small beers, I guess.The club was a tad sketch, with dark dealings in darker corners. But music fans all, I think . . . drinks getting stiffer after we hit the stage. We then partied with The Parties . . . that shit was fun. New Fidelities can play . . . AND dance. Next morning we sipped carrot juice in hand-wrapped pig skin chairs.
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