the awful house was a punk house, kind of smelt, protest art on the walls. you know. shit like that. patsy set up the show for nobunny, we jumped on. threw a hissy fit about possibly playing last; which didn't happen, and punched a hole in their ceiling. also six people fell on the head of my guitar, dan spent more time making noise then playing bass, and everyone participated in drumming. this is why san antonio wins. for anyone who books punk shows, please contact me. i don't want shit to do with the hipsters in this town anymore. give me booze on the floor and blood on my shirt. i am speaking for me, craig, not the entire band in this post. but i'm pretty sure they're tired of boring shows with boring people as well.