He didn’t even get a crowd shot. Not one. Not even his usual blurry-ass-looks-like-he’s-rubbing-Chapstick-and-honey-on-the-lens crap. Just a “Sorry man, battery was dead.” It wasn’t dead ten minutes later when he was taking pictures of this sign and giggling like a schoolgirl at a slumber party: Whatever. We played at Three Kings, which is one of our favorite venues on the road. The staff rules, the crowd rules, everything rules about it. They always take care of us and we can wait to go back. That being said, we are kicking it the green room, just being awesome, as usual, when the door opens up and this girl asks David for a cigarette. David, being the nice guy he is, gives the girl a smoke who takes this as a green light to wave her three buddies in the green room with her. This would normally not raise any eyebrows except for the fact that they were obviously hammered and put out this attitude that they were doing us a favor by hanging out with us. I should point out that earlier in...
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