Sitting in the back of a station w/Jerry J. The passenger is looking for pot, and I say I know someone. J then pulls out 2 canisters from his pants. I set them in back, look at one, and have trouble getting the top back on.
At a nightclub, sit down in front just as the band starts-it’s this chick yelling and screaming. The band is behind curtains, not playing loudly-the volume varies. The patrons don’t like it. She stops, the curtains open up, and someone climbs up onstage to talk to someone-it’s a huge backstage. The guy next to me is a washed up rock star. He talks about playing video games.
My exciting life, this place