Stage Nine, where bands hang out.
[I still haven't seen a show there.]

I can see that. I think, according to Philip, it was Sel that came up with that slogan.
I'm watching Hated, again.
I just got home, from Blowers Street.
I'm always there,
I work there
And drink...

I spent last weekend there,
I think I'll be spending much
Of the next there.

Last Friday was drinking much after wok with some friends.
Actually, I feel I got to know them better then.
Just sitting in the sun on the patio.
I was pink the next day.

Then we went to Benson's party.
I was drunk, talkative, and lost my photos.
We shared a cab with Claudette and her friend,
Dropped them off at Stage Nine,
Take the money and the car to Allen Street.

I slept in a little and worked at 1:00 on Saturday.
9:00 hours later, I was looking for a payphone on Spring Garden Road.
I couldn't find one that worked and denied some guy my change.

All I have is enough for the phone call I'm gonna make, and the bus home.

I called Eben. No one answered.
Got some beer at Clyde Street, called him again.

Eventually, after drinking a tall can and being a loser on the internet, I met him at his place
Where we had a smoke and went to Stage Nine.

More talk, more beer, more Philip.

Lucid

I got home well after the sun had come up.
It was late.
You worried.
I cried.

Next weekend,
[or this weekend, depending on how you see it]
The Burdocks are playing Stage Nine Friday;
The Hold, Saturday.