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Flint Michigan 2/22/09

John thought he lost his camera, so David drew this:
Then he found his camera:
Anyway, after years of being told how run down Flint was, I was a little scared when we pulled into town. That was only doubled when The Machine Shop owner, Kevin, started telling us that Flint was second to Compton for violent crime. Since there is about one block of Portland (that you would have to go out of your way to) which might be considered sorta dicey, this was not news I knew how to handle. I locked myself in the bathroom, started googling “Judo moves” on my totally untough Iphone and hoped no one could hear my uncontrolable weeping.

Turns out I overreacted again. While the people of Flint may have some across some tough times, those sonsabitches know how to party. Every person that came up to the merch table was nice as hell, wanted to thank us for coming to Flint and make sure we had fresh drinks in our hands the entire night.

The staff at The Machine Shop ruled, making sure that we were taken care of all night long, can't even begin to tell you how awesome that club was... Thanks again guys.

There is some awesome photos from the show at Mintypics, check 'em out.

I would like to leave you with a picture of one our new favorite people: Jimmy ButtCrack. Jimmy is the lighting guy at The Machine Shop, and one hell of a nice guy. If you're ever in Flint stop by and buy him a drink. He's not that hard to find just keep an eye out for this:
—Coyle

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  1. what's with the giant maryland flag?

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  2. This one made me laugh out loud, and I hardly ever do that.
    -Way too busy doing judo to laugh.

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