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[QUOTE="menstrual_sweatpants_disco:517217"]I’ll never forget my first O'Brien's experience. After an agonizing campaign to search for parking in an unfamiliar section of Allston, I approached the green-signed building and peered through the window. “Are these windows?”, I pondered. I thought windows were supposed to be translucent. I shook off the thought, putting my perplexities aside and approached the entryway. After all, time’s a wasting and there’s equipment to load in. I approached the thick door, gave it a mighty pull and took my first steps into a new world. Once inside, a malodorous wave of air hit my nose like a quick knee to the balls. A pungent waft of garbage and vomit overcame my senses and left me shaky-legged. Moments before straying from consciousness, I quickly regained control of the situation by distracting my mind with far more enchanting thoughts, like being at the dump or eating out my grandmother. Once my eyes regained focus, I gazed into the dark room. Two depressing barflies and a bartender were the only other souls sharing my misfortune. The bartender was engrossed with the cliché task of washing out glasses with a dirty rag and placing them on the counter. For a moment the place reminded me of an old western saloon, only more hazardous to the health. Moving further into the room, the floor crackled under the soles of my shoes as if O’Brien’s was a living creature reacting in pain to the steps taken on its mighty back. Squishing and tearing sounds filled the venue. My legs became tired exerting the extra energy required to remove my feet from the sticky floor only to place them down again and walk forward another foot. This floor inspired wonder. I wondered if anyone attending the show tonight would bring a handgun. I wondered if said person would be kind enough to use it on me if I were to fall down in the course of the evening. Shorter thereafter, Sarah from Raising Kubrick entered the club and began laying out shirts and other merchandise on one of the barren tables. I began doing the same. We both seemed to be filled with an enthused optimism that the night’s possibilities provided. We were both excited to be playing in a new venue in front of new people. However, these thoughts seemed to be overshadowed by the distressing fact that we would almost certainly have to throw out whatever merchandise was touching the table. Haha, ok that’s enough goofing around for the moment.[/QUOTE]
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