Ha, that sounds more or less like what happened with me except without an audience.
That's the only part I remember for sure. Incidentally, this was in the Castro district minutes after leaving a sleazy gay bar that actually had a gloryhole. I always kinda figured they'd be illegal but nope, guess not.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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