TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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10.07.02, monday afternoon
Whew. Saturday's opening was not so bad, after all, even tho' you had to sport ID due to the availability of likker-spiked punch within. Lotsa people, familiar and strange, the heat of their skin tickling past my bare arms, enough to inspire lust, if faintly. The boards were plenty and displayed regardless of artist status. Neat-o.