End of the night, lights are on, band’s packing up their gear. I notice a couple of their setlists on the ground. I pick one of them up, it’s a poster, that was taped on the wall in the atrium, for a show that hasn’t happened yet. I say to the drummer in front of me, you used the back of a poster for an upcoming show that was taped to the wall for your setlist. The guy says, I didn’t do it. Really annoyingly. I stare him down and say,
That’s about as shitty as it gets.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.