I remember the bat infestation. I've never seen grown "young" men so freaked by flying mammals! Full on hooded sweatshirts tied shut, ski gloves, waving lamps around. Funny.

...and laundry baskets over our heads! Yah, we needed an expert to help us.

This it cool. It looks like it was taken through a peephole of the house across the street.

What a basement!

I can't remember if that is the house next to Sgt. Pepperonis or the one that Nuisance played in the basement. Either way there was so good rock shows in that basement.

I forgot about that shirt we made. I think my mom still wears that shirt.

What a porch...