  Friday night I got drunk with some guys from the hotel, and I can't remember talking about anything other than the band we are starting, and asian women.
I guess there is a bar in Boston where 99% of the people are asians. We almost went just because we wanted to be the big white giants in a sea of asian women. After the bars, we went back to this kids apartment, where I passed out right after we ate burnt hot dogs and were tired of calling up the call girls in the phone book. So far, here are possible band names: 1) Heroin for Breakfast, and 2) Consider My Liver. We hate the second one, but it's all we've got, okay?
My roomate Colby has friends in town, and it seems like there are 10 of them. So last night they all went out and came back in a frenzy. I talked to one of them while half asleep, and all I could remember was that Nate was tearing up the place, and they had women in the apartment. It sounded awful, but I wished I was involved. Man, I miss tearing shit up. 
