i had plans to meet dave "facehugger" illscientist at the knitting factory for a rock & roll show, but around that time my stomach started feeling...woozy. inappropriately woozy. imagine my stomach was the asshole at the party instead of me. no one was having fun! he was wrecking it for everybody! i took my leave of ravenface & thought i was headed home. oh no no no. fuck that shit, says the evil growing in my stomach. oh fuck you to hell it was sayin'. so i crashed some upscale bar, waiting behind some guy for girls to stop doing coke in the bathroom, locked myself in, & "made a scene."
then i came home & took a bath with my girlfriend.