M(en) I(n) P(laid), Chair Racing and Lack of Sleep

[lithral]

I looked like a glam rocker. I drank Cherry Coke and sketched as everyone around me became progressively intoxicated. The party was claustrophobic but amazing: doorknobs, progressive statements, a very large eye and some hungry, hungry hippos marked walls and spaces. Our own art gallery--the only charge, a couple dollars for pitch

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[roadie]

Hm. We just stood outside until the cops left. There's somewhat of a guarantee that if the cops come to a party, once they leave, the party is infinitely more fun than it was before the cops came. I've seen it happen about three times in the last 2 years.