Fallout brims with humans, milling around over uneven floors. I find those humans that are mine and am convinced to have a shot of coconut rum. It tastes as if you’ve licked someone who just came home from the beach … Continue reading Suicide Commando, Die Sektor, and Stoneburner at Fallout
It’s cool tonight as I step into Fallout, fans spinning the customary haze around the venue. The cobbled and bricked floors are familiar as I make my way across them to the bar. I skip my usual vodka cranberry for a … Continue reading God Module, Blakk Glass, Midnight Myth, and Visions in Black at Fallout
Richmond, I find, has no trash cans. I stand outside Fallout with my empty Starbucks feeling self conscious as the ice melts and I look for somewhere to throw it away. There’s small talk as we wait for the doors–we … Continue reading Strap On Halo with Adrian H and the Wounds at Fallout