once when i was at a dead milkment show, rodney anonymous singled me out to spit on.

weirdly, at the time it seemed flattering. and no, i wasn't drinking at the time. now, it's just kinda... odd.

concerts are weird that way.

strangely, this encounter made it in to a local weekly that was asking for memorable stories about the venue where the said expectorating took place in honor of its 20th (?) anniversary. or maybe it was weird of me to send it in to be published.

weird, strange, odd. the dead milkmen, tonight on biograph (hey, i don't want to get sued or anything....).

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