After climbing "Mt. Let's See How Good Your Knees Are", I had planned on catching up with an old friend, Kate, that night after she offered me a spare ten buck ticket to see Gypsy and the Cat! Before heading to the gig, I really questioned whether or not I could even last standing through the whole thing, but then I threw down a six-pack of Johnny cans and was all sweet. From then it was all up hill - not down hill; down hill fucking sucks.
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