Semi-Daily Scribbles

The Gardens was hard to find. People stood in lines outside the wrong building all the time. We got there as the beer man pulled up. Snuck in behind him. The club was flooded. Cables were all over the floor in puddles of piss and rainwater. We laughed about getting electrocuted. We didn't laugh when the bartender handed us mops and a bucket. Said we were lucky he didn't throw us out. If we got the place cleaned up before the doors opened, we didn't have to pay cover. Seemed fair, but after a 9-hour drive I was kind of loopy. Didn't expect janitor duties. When the band came on stage, I was so tired I didn't give the mop back. Used it to prop myself up the rest of the night. My memory of that show is fuzzy. None of us knew it was the last time they'd ever play. I can tell you one thing, though. It took forever for my sneakers to dry. Never could get rid of the smell of sewage.