SUICIDE: AVERTED

DJ FUCKING PRETENTIOUS and I suffer from a terrible affliction I like to call "we don't fucking get to dance enough." It's like a vitamin deficiency, if you will. Except with less rickets and more underused hips and lack of Natty Boh. I, for one, have nearly lost the ability to feel pounding bass. Help!

ANNOUNCING:
THE WEEKLY SHITSHOW SHITSHOW aka THE SHITSHOW ON LOCATION

We've decided to commit to going dancing once a week. Once a week! I'll recover my zeal for life again. I'd nearly given up.

This is not just a SHITSHOW writer's retreat. Everyone is welcome! Please, someone else come! Please???? There will be booze, I promise.

Ideally we'll alternate between DC and Charm City. We'll keep ya posted!

This week's SHITSHOW ON LOCATION is Thursday, only two short days from now! We'll be hitting up "Global Bass Dance Music For The Present," whatever that means. Anyway, it's at The "Posh Cavern" inside the "Red Maple" somewhere in Baltimore. 930 N Charles St. Wherever that is. DJ FP says you can crash on his couch.