The Green Lantern

The girl with the Chrome bag was standing on my foot so I stepped over the fat kid lying on the floor in his American apparel short shorts to stand in front of the two guys with handlebar moustaches. Unfortunately, the sparkly headband of the girl in front of me kept catching the light and reflecting it back in my eyes so I deftly dodged two boys with identical haircuts and a Karen O. lookalike drinking Red Stripe to kind of hunker behind the door. I removed my jacket and hung it on a mic stand, but the anarchist/​vegan/​artpunk/​electroclash band needed it for their opening set so I handed it to Maya, who was busy stripping down to her négligée in the sub-​Saharan heat. After being denied reentry following my jaunt to 7 – 11 for beer I bribed my way back in with a bag of gluten-​free brownies I scored off a bike messenger and continued to enjoy the show.
I guess they have art here sometimes too.
I’m kidding. It’s a good little upstairs gallery space/​printing shop, and a fun little spot to see a show, especially if you’ve brought along some beer. Just drink fast, because it’s hot as hell in there.