next stop:D.C.
Now in contrast to CBGB'S, the people at The Black Kat treated us like royalty. I mean hell, We have 5 people living in a 6 X 12 rolling cubicle that smells like everyones ass (except mine) I think the red carpet treatment should be mandatory. Honestly those people were really great. The Club was nice too. Big room, big stage, dressing rooms, food, and a clean, single person toilet that locks!!!
(See it's the simple things we care about).

After the show, we went out to eat with The Queers at a IHOP. (no more IHOP's for me please. they suck) We were bemused to find that they had scrapple on the menu. What is scrapple? Hell I I know! From what we have been told, it is basically the leftover scrapings from the grill. (grease, bacon crust, egg glop, meat particles etc.) Good ol Willy B couldn't resist trying it. I think he got as far as one bite. I don't know if anyone else tried it but we ended up bribing Lurch (The queers drummer) with 12 bucks to eat the whole thing. He said it tasted like roadkill with some of the road still in it. Hence the tour, which had no real name, was dubbed "SCAPPLE TOUR MMI".

Maybe we should call it the "we are easily amused tour"

see ya next time folks when we discuss tow trucks.