Two shows, one night.

On the way to 'Window' in the university library we were chased by the pigs. They must have seen our female passengers and been up for a bit of rough. Luckily shorty outran them. The art wasn't up to much, just a whole lotta crap that was visually unstimulating and would've taken too damn long to make. We stole all the beers and went to the next show.







At room 103, there was a lot of self-aggrandizing nonsense. Some homo had pasted pictures of himself on the walls and that was it. Boring boring, pathetic, waste of a good space.