So I was asking Adam the other day where Paul is, and poof, he appeared before us! It was really foggy, like we were in a cloud, and we couldn’t even see the beach anymore. Only the people on the balcony. Most of them were German I think. The others were also probably German, but who knows. So this one guy, a short guy, almost balding but not quite was collecting money from the dudes - but only the dudes we knew had money to spare. There was this other guy asking everyone questions and tape recording their answers, but I’m not sure they wanted to be answering questions. I don’t think Paul liked it very much. He kept leaving the room. But then we got to chatting and it turns out his first show ever was Black Flag at someplace in Stamford. CT. It got me thinking about how much I love Black Flag. Probably about the same as I hate Stamford, CT. That’s a lot. Anyway, so the kinda balding short guy came back and his phone kept buzzing because some waitress was trying to get him this thing. But instead she was sending him her booty call messages. Then that thing didn’t happen and everyone took their money back and went home. The End.
