I was in a bad mood when we arrived in Chicago because my friend Rita wouldn't answer her phone. I was coming down from the night before and feeling really bloated. I was about to sever our friendship for good when she finally answered her phone and promised to take me out to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner.Our first show in Chicago was at Berlin, a fag bar in Boystown. The dressing room was E-mazing, complete with eight bottles of vodka, two bottles of Crown Royal, two cartons of Marlboro lights and a note on our door from the promoter that read, "Dear SSION, I wanna eat your ass for the rest of my life."
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