Only one Mento got in though, and the bottle just went in his face and then on the floor in like a 2 foot geyser.

As negative as I felt tonight, I like how the Diet Coke got on their floor. I'm drenched in smoke.

I was disgusted by the fake psychedelic band. I think of that Kim Gordon quote about how a band really has to suffer before they can be good.

I was thinking I hate performance like that.

Everything made me want to be in a band called Snot.

I want to make a prison movie some day, watched Escape from Alcatraz. A band called Wrist Slit.

The scene will leave a skidmark on us.