Dancing with Swann 1
by Peter Singer
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I guess I’ll start at the beginning…
I had this great night planned with one of my good mates, and the bastard canceled. Don’t you hate that? So there’s this pub/bar thing in London called the Astoria… Great show venue. Anyhow, some cool punk bands were playing there and seeing as how my friend and I are avid punk fans, we were gonna go. But, his girlfriend told him to stay home. And so he is. That bastard is so whipped.
But, what the heck, I already had tickets so I thought I’d go anyway. I mean, what the hell, maybe I’ll pick up a chick right? Yeah right, fat chance. I’m not unattractive or anything, in fact I’ve been told I’m quite cute, its just that I can’t speak to girls. I’m just so bumbling, I make mistakes all the time. But still, some girls find it cute I guess.
So I drove to the club, and got on the floor to watch the opening band, some no-name local called the Secretions. Kinda good, but a little soft for me. They were funny though, made some good jokes on stage. Next band up was more of an emo band, called Corduroy Dream, so I drifted up t Continue reading