jay plays bass in a crazy hardcore band with people who try to be weird. they finally got a gig at the legion hall on kent, so off we went for a great air conditioned night of fun. and since anywhere with A/C is better than the hazy humid burning hell we like to call "the outside", i was fuckin game.
the legion hall had a bartender who kept smiling at our tits. his douchebag friend looked like a wino in disheveled butler clothes. some guy named craig walked up to us and asked would you like to join my arm? the only two requirements of the army was 1. you don't kill anyone and 2. you don't rape anyone. they were signing people outside the door and taking photos. i didn't see anyone actually do it but whatever the night was surreal enough.
all around the legion hall were art pieces by some guy named thomas. now, i swear to zod that thomas was either borderline retarded, OR, and this is more likely the case, he was pretending to be retarded because he thought it was trendy or some other dumb shit. this was the only piece i liked.
