Overall, the show was solid and for his first performance with the band, Kurt did admirably. After leaving the stage, Perry and I were greeted by Katrina MacKay and her roommates, Bret and Stacy, all of whom we’d met at the very first Speakeasy gig. They each hailed from Georgia and Katrina, in particular, would become a fixture at our shows and one of Sections’ most ardent supporters. “How were we?” I asked her. Katrina was a devout lover of live music and extremely blunt, so I was both curious and terrified to hear her assessment. “You guys were great! But nobody got pummeled on stage,” she said sounding a bit disappointed. “Assault and battery is restricted to shows during odd-numbered months,” Perry explained. “Even-numbers are for stealing liquor and pillaging sound equipment—so sit tight.” “Hey Craig—a buddy of mine is coming into town on Tuesday, and he’s gonna have some of that shit you wanted,” Katrina suddenly told me. As if being a heroin addict wasn’t enough, ever since the mescaline adventure with Helmer I harbored an intense desire to experiment further with hallucinogenic drugs.
