Heroin's for wimps.. jack me up on paint fumes.

Last night we had our last practice before the Floods gig. Those at the rehearsal studio had repainted our room, and with very little ventilation, it wasn't long before we were bouncing off the walls, playing the songs at superspeed and inventing new ways to play musical instruments without the use of our hands. Hopefully it'll come in handy for rocking out the tiny space they call Floods. Touch.