It was a holiday... holy day... & there seem to be plenty of those. I'm sitting in a tavern having a Hacker-Pschorr Weise waiting for from friends of mine to arrive. We are going to attend The Cult show down the street at the Vic and this is the first beer of the evening. I've been on good behaviour for a bit, so I'm approaching the evening controlled. I suppose I should have eaten but we were meeting at a bar different than the previously planned and this one doesn't serve food. Eh. Beer is food. My friends arrive as do other revelers on the way to the show. We begin talking to a guy that had come across us on the Network and he ended up handing us a bud. I ask a few people for papers but no one is holding, so I step across the street. There was a convenient store on that corner at one time, but all I could see was a shop that sold cigars, so I went and asked the guy if they sold something in a blunt. He wasn't much help but I bought a cigarello for a buck and went back to the bar. The cops were frisking some kids up against a car. My purchase was dry, so I soaked it in some beer but it wasn't working out and was getting sloppy. I persevered and created a lil' monster and after another round, we walked over to the show. We were handing out cards for LRM* to people and I had to walk far back in the line to find people that didn't have them already. I talked to loads of those people and ended up running into bud man and he hands me his one-hitter. I blast and am back to the end of the line. I make it through security and see a couple of my people. I'm handed a beer and I find my place in the crowd. There's a black angel over my left shoulder and a timid one over my right. I tell her it's okay to ease up to the railing behind me. The show begins. I've got a great shot and it looks like a hit of acid. I liked the band stripped down to the basics and there was a confident "fuck it" vibe. I think this Doors stint has been a good excorcise for Ian. So they're rockin' & I'm rollin' and know every song... and what I believe was about 2/3's through the show and another water beer handed to me, my eyes crossed and I was seeing 2 shows... side by side. Somehow I made my way back to some seats and sunk down. I must've looked bad because a bouncer came up and questioned me: "Someone was saying you weren't looking too good... are you okay?" "I'll be fine... just give me a minute..." and he goes away. About that time my people show up behind me. They're talking to me and I'm responding... then I reach down to pick up a plastic cup from the floor and fill it up with warm beer and bile... I've been here before. I've been wearing my leather jacket the whole time and I start dripping sweat profusely... pouring... I tear open my shirt and am wiping my face off. I sit there with my eyes closed and am listening to the show through liquid audio. Someone asks me if I need anything and I motion a glass of water... which comes and I drink it down. Shows over... crowds filtering out and I stabilize and stand. On my way out I hand the sound guys a couple of MZZL* cd's. My buddy and his wife drive me home... down Clark.. where there are a million bars and the drunks are everywhere. I feel like I'm failing to mention something...