At some points we all wish we could go back to the old days. We know how to act, what to expect even if it was the unexpected. I do not wish to go back I am fine knowing those days can never and will never be repeated.
This is one of those kind of situations. A band was changing in the back room of the bar which at this point was also uncle Donnie’s bedroom. I had no knowledge of the band and am not the one that booked them. The singer comes out in a bike helmet with a dildo mohawk, elbow pads and knee pads with dildos hanging off them, holding an electric bull horn that had a loud siren sound, and a large codpeice. The rest of the band was wearing baby masks and diapers. This was my introduction to shat. The music was fast and brutal sounding, each song under a minute long, each more sexual than the last. The place was pretty packed but the area in front of the cut out was pretty empty. The singer announced that they were playing a song called show me your tits, he had a flashlight in his hand. The only person to flash them was a friend of mine, a slim black man. Come to find out those are not the kind of tits they were talking about. I couldn’t stop laughing.
I was in some kind of alcohol fueled state. By now that should be no surprise. Uncle Donnie was standing somewhere further back with his arm at the bar with a look on his face like I have seen it all but never this. He was a veteran so that is saying something.
If I remember right they were stuck with a spot somewhere in the middle of the show, like most first timers were.
The usual suspects were around for the most part. Some were missing as far as I remember. For some reason shat never played there again, I do not know if they have broke up or not. I don’t think any women talked to them that night besides the one that they stayed with for a night and they supposedly stuck some coke from.
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