Dear The Khyber,
You know I always loved you as a venue AND as a bar. You were my favorite. There was no backstage, so I could mingle with the bands, I didn't have to buy tickets in advance, and you were a good kind of claustrophobic. I think I may have liked you more than the Troc.
But what's this? You won't let me smoke my cloves anymore? Because it "gives people headaches"??? You know that I only smoke cloves OR ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER when I'm either a) drinking or b) at a show...and I was doing both! I was forced to smoke my freind's cigarettes - Marlboro Menthol Lights!!! That shit is more accurate than gaydar! And then your bartender gives me Yuengling in a bottle instead of draught....
Yes, The Khyber, I fear the honeymoon is over...though I will most likely see you three times next week
Yours,
Nad
P.S. I got a digital camera. Watch out!
You know I always loved you as a venue AND as a bar. You were my favorite. There was no backstage, so I could mingle with the bands, I didn't have to buy tickets in advance, and you were a good kind of claustrophobic. I think I may have liked you more than the Troc.
But what's this? You won't let me smoke my cloves anymore? Because it "gives people headaches"??? You know that I only smoke cloves OR ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER when I'm either a) drinking or b) at a show...and I was doing both! I was forced to smoke my freind's cigarettes - Marlboro Menthol Lights!!! That shit is more accurate than gaydar! And then your bartender gives me Yuengling in a bottle instead of draught....
Yes, The Khyber, I fear the honeymoon is over...though I will most likely see you three times next week
Yours,
Nad
P.S. I got a digital camera. Watch out!