So our band is practicing in one of our people's backyards. Except his house is a catholic worker-y house, and his back yard is a cemetary. So we're playing for the dead people, and marching around. And across the fence aways away there's 4 or 5 nine or ten year olds, and they're going wild for us, screaming and jumping up and down. So we go play
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(but I get too many zine ideas for my own good.)
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