After a night of drinking too much and making bad decisions at a basement show, we locked ourselves in a room upstairs to escape from a hillbilly punk who was kicking through the door to get to my friend, "the love of his life." We threw our purses out the window and then ourselves. It was like we were in a cheap horror movie running to the car with trembling keys, and peeling out of there ASAP. We loved it.photo by Dan.Pan.
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