Why is it that the most horrifying city I ever 'lived' in was where I had the best times. Youngstown, OH was the most horrible wreck of a degenerate shit hole, but whenever I wanted to have fun, I could stroll on over to the Penguin Pub and have a drink and a smoke and see good fucking punk bands for 2-3 dollars. Dammit, if I could just transplant that bar from that time period with those prices to somewhere else in the present, I could have some fun now and then. I'm sick of going to college bars and spending truckloads of cash and time just to get to a show. 'Nuff said. 