The stagnant dives all over the east coast are your venue. Broken down bars with shit dried to the bathroom floors. Where crack is the house drink. You get lung cancer from the condemned buildings you play at and all that asbestos in the air. Three years of constant touring for only enough to make it to the next gig. Then you start coughing up blood in the morning. Within three months you are gone and forgotten. Kinda sucks actually.
The End