Cursed Metal Nights

Shitty pic of a crap drawing for a flyer for metal night at the know. First metal night i did ended with a handful of pills and a fifth of tequila amidst rumors of spousal abuse (definitely not true), motorized vehicles being ridden in the bar (i wish that were true), thrown bar stools (potentially true), and the ol' lady goin in the next day and callin the bartender a "stupid bitch" (definitely true). Two other metal nights i did ended nowhere as near as exciting/scum-nerdish. fuck burying hatchets, we burn bridges. maybe this one will work, maybe not. my doodlebug has only one fuckin wheel now too.