Peace in the Park 2012

EDIT: There was a spot of a misunderstanding. “Shithole of a site” refers to Sloucher, not the festival.

“Why the fuck would I want to go to Peace in the Park, panzón? No Renegade Brass Band and no Screaming Maldini equals no mojo and no Orestes, geddit?”

A solo review, then. For all the haranguing that one does in life, it seems that when things go your way, the results vary from what you expected. Aye, fortune cookies are getting weirder.

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