I'm angry. I'm as valuable as scum and as appreciated as shit.
Hm, show tonight. I don't know who they are...but some Friscans that my friend knows. We'll see how that goes. If not--there are a ton of pubs nearby. We almost snuck out in the middle of the night for some booze, but we were told that we were going to wake up early the next day. Not true. Now, my sis and I are in need of some action more than ever. And, self-medication.
HEWLYAHMUTHAFUCKA.
Edit:
Went to the legendary 924 Gilman (place where Death Angel, Green Day, Rancid, Operation Ivy, Bad Brains, and Dead Kennedys played during their humble beginnings) in Berkeley to watch a show, ate soulfood at House of Chicken and Waffles and drank Hefeweizen (sp?) at a brewery. NICE! FYI: Did you know all of Death Angel are Filipino!? I was like, "Ghettoutta town!"
Tomorrow, Chinatown.
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