To the rockstars who found it in their heart to treat The Suffra to a wonderful evening:

I thank you


Manhattan is a horrible place for a drunk. An orgy of noise and blinking lights overwhelm the senses, forcing even the slightest of buzz into a whirlwind of dizzines and vomit...

the kind of vomit that isn't content just slipping down the sink drain and letting you get on with your night, no. This vomit has no intention of slipping out of sight, it would much rather be worn as adornment, projecting itself onto a mirror hanging from the ceiling.

So, The Suffra has this advice to any newbies who decide to get themselves sloshed in the heart of the beast...

1. find a bunch of rockstars
2. get them to take you to a karaoke bar
3. have them foot the bill

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real stories to be posted when i'm damn well ready...