I was realy drunk and I wasted too much time hanging out and eating pizza before the show, so by the time I got there it was sold out. I drew on my wrist with a sharpie and smeared it into a illegible blur. Ten minutes later I showed this fabricated abstaction to the SAME door guy who denied my entrance and he let me in without a second glance. I was inside Gilman seeing Filth, just like in my wildest teenage dreams. The sound was shit (of course) but the band sounded pretty good. The point, mostly was to have this strange surreal experience. Later on, I stayed up until 6AM partying and doing drugs with some touring bands from Seattle.
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