February 6th, 2005.
Friday night was our last night in Wilmington. We played the Rusty Nail, and the Nail dripped sex – and yet surprisingly… we did none of the dripping. I mean,
February 3rd, 2005.
Last night, the evening was capped off with “skitter skitter skitter… thwump” – and it was almost the worst sound imaginable to our tired ears. Yesterday, we wandered the streets
February 4th, 2005.
So – let me tell you a tale of three mammals. There was Jessie, the bad, bad beagle; there was Abby, the good dog; and then there was Bella, the