Jason Lutz

Review of The Cabooze

It was 95 degrees, and we were there to see Amorph...

It was 95 degrees, and we were there to see Amorphis. The sweltering heat led to me drinking way too many Bent Paddle tall boys. After shoveling some fries down my liquor soaked maw, I ran to the side street parking to puke my guts out on the street, then take a nap in my car.
Before all that, I took over the Poke-Gym at Cabooze and left a Ninetails that held it down for 28 hours. And managed to catch a couple Charmander while waiting for the next band.