Burn After Reading
By Samuel J. Penn
An entirely honest weekly periodical on Houstons music culture
Where The Hell Are We? - Part 2
I made a decision that night to test the limits of my own sanity, four 2,000mg THC gummies and a tab of acid like I was gunning for some kind of psychedelic Darwin Award. My girlfriend at the time, Klara, a 5 foot 4 alt girl with the most beautiful green eyes and stereotypical alt-girl bangs, was the real MVP. She drove us to 1810 Ojeman, a venue that looks like a pink antique shop from the outside, while looking and smelling like a renovated strip club on the inside. The lineup: The Kiddos, Strawberry Milk Cult, and Orion 224.
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Where The Hell Are We? - Part 1
It all began with oil in the Gulf of Mexico. And now as a result of the glorious black gold, Houston doesn’t go to sleep. It blacks out the next morning when it's time for the afternoon siesta. And that's every Houstonian, not just myself.
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