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.
