We showed up at the bar and it was an ocean of fakely tanned men, wearing vests with no shirts underneath.

Confronted now with a growing list of unhelpful textual clues, Mr. Pereida seeks to shift ground.

The moving staff (or “box boys” as they are called because they lift a lot of speaker boxes) are in charge of transporting and positioning the equipment.

who gives a shit for the inner porno-stories of the red fascist clans