...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Friday, March 06, 2009
making time
"hey, the superdevil's band is playing tomorrow night"
"oh?"
"i think it would be a good idea if you came down"
"i'm there"
the bastard reiterated this in a later IM conversation.
you see, the devil's work has dried up for our host and with a dearth of evil in his life, he's....
well...
he's just been up to no good.
so last night, i took a trip downtown to see the chairman's boss play with his band.
there were worse fates.
i could have stayed for the other band's set. which was it's own concentric circle of hell.
good times.
no.
GREAT times.
—the bastard
Labels:
on being a bastard,
the biz,
the city,
the devils due
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