We pulled up to a nondescript painted
brick building in the USS Rusty Shackleford each asking “is this
the place? I think this is the place. It must be the place.” There
was only the slightest indication that this was or had ever been a
bar. So we walked in fully expecting the diviest of dive bars. We
were not disappointed. That's not to talk down about the venue or the
show. It was a lot of fun, and the folks there were kind of awesome. How can you not love a place where a former pro wrestler (aptly) critiques Mos Def's latter material?
They maybe didn't take the smoking ban super seriously, so I was
worried that Chester the crankylung would have some issues. But
Chester was OK. It didn't hurt that the Miller High Life flowed like,
well...Miller High Life. Needless to say things got a little fuzzy
after Joshua's set. We went and crashed at this guy Mason's house who
it turns out was in a play with my friend Eric. Way to go Fort Wayne.
This is Pen Pen trying to figure out if it's a venue or not. (Spoiler alert: it's a venue.)
This is a song I wrote one time. You
should download it and share it with your friends.
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