Continuing in our tradition as the "most hated band in Fukuoka." We're going in through the back door. Ironically we're playing at a place that won't let us play there. Jon's last Trade Support. There have been some good times there. But, the trade part has dwindled. People used to bring fresh veggies, records, clothes, tacos.... Well, who likes cigarette soaked veggies anyways? Place smells like death. Ok, gotta stop being angry and negative. Just another club owner acting dumb in a little podunk part of the world. Carry no.