I found this in the bathroom of the bar we played at in Portland. This was directly after some homeless dude tried to piss on my car and another homeless dude knocked a crusty punk rocker out for stealing his beer money. Oddly enough, instead of feeling really disgusted I just felt as if I had received a big warm hug from the city of roses. Remember when this used to happen in Seattle? When did we become such pussies?
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I found a syringe in the flower bed outside my apartment about a month ago. There's hope for smack in Seattle yet! (what?.... oh yeah, I call it smack)
Ahhh the good old days. Remember that shirt that came out? "I came to Seattle for the heroine, and all I got was a lousy record deal!"...
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