Fooled By April In Worcester: Part I in which FXA fears they will be beaten up by a crack pimp

People,

So we played in Wormtown on Friday night and it proved to be a potent combination of one of the best and worst FXA gigs ever.

It all started out fine: after a slight argument about the best way to get there we were off. I read my book, Pete worked on his fantasy baseball software (yes, you read that right) and Gordon and Jordon probably argued about something.

Once we got off the highway it looked like things might get sketchy. We literally had to drive through Crackville, USA to get to the club. Finally, after a little searching, we remembered that you need to take a right turn at the burned out Chevy truck and pull in behind the abandoned mattress factory, next to the empty lot which I've heard is a finalist in the competition "shittiest junk filled empty lot in New England."

Anyway, we were there and that was the most important thing. Load in went fine, with everyone at Ralph's being as sweet as we were promised. The night looked to be uneventful, but things were just starting up....

Stay tuned.