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Jan 13 09 11:40 PM

I talked to a friend that went to ATP - she went backstage whilst the Bad Seeds were soundchecking and ask for a photo with Nick, who promptly refused and effectively told her to fuck off.

She also saw an extremely shitfaced Rowland S. Howard macking on with a teenage girl.

And then something goes off in my brain, and sends an impulse to my jaw, and BAM, a thousand pounds of pressure locked in like a press. I mean, a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all I'd remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula on their trip down to stomach-land. But we're friends, right? We know each other. We know what we do, and who we talk to, and what we say to them. Now let's talk about the letter that Liquor got.