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May. 4th, 2007 09:32 am1979 I was in a punk band, we were playing some in Orange County Ca., there was a pretty big scene going on and some amazing parties that were incredibly and appropriately excessive. My friend Andrea had a house in Arch Beach Heights in Laguna Beach, two stories with a jacuzzi/pool, the pool lit bright turquoise and the jacuzzi a hot bloody red. People were on all manner of comestibles and enhancers, there were jumpers from the second floor into the postage-stamp-sized pool, the ferret disappeared but was found in a cereal box, and interesting and obscure videos and film clips played on a huge front-projection TV. It was the distillation of the Idiot Factor and a both dark and brillant time.
The next morning I woke up on the couch and the TV was on. My brain was still hurtling around with whatever my overtaxed liver had not yet caught up with (and would not for several days) and this is what I saw:
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The next morning I woke up on the couch and the TV was on. My brain was still hurtling around with whatever my overtaxed liver had not yet caught up with (and would not for several days) and this is what I saw:
A million thanks to
aairplane for finding and posting this.
