I remember a show that fed in to two house parties, one up, one down and it all melted on top of me and I slept funny on a floor and I felt okay. I woke up before everyone else, I often do, not creepy, just it's quite nice, like you steal some time for yourself, a plus. But anyway i'm waking up in this crazy apartment, this awesome band Talbot Tagora lived there then, Seattle, downstairs someone had recreated their room entirely out of cardboard - a room inside a room. That was cool. And this really nice guy, Robert, it was his house I think, had these stick and pokes on his knees: one knee said "PAR" the other "DEE". That's what I remember. So good. And anyway he just seemed such a nice warm guy and so everyone is asleep, it's morning and I feel okay and I get to the bathroom and this is pinned up in there and it made me feel really amazing and it stuck with me."I knocked over his trashcan. So the next night he shot me with his bb gun. You could've just asked. Next time it won't be your trash I'm eating...
...it'll be your remains. But not just me. It'll be all of us.
We should have done this a long time ago."
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