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HAMVEGAS BABY! Saturday September 4th, History's End hit's the shore, the Michigan City Shore that is, at Blue Chip Casino's Vegas Baby Room. There's gonna be shouting and singing and fist pumping (at that's just at the tables) Rich "the situation" Melton along with Chris "DJ PAULY" Kurtis will be keeping an eye out for any Guido's or Guidette's, their new haircut, and their friggin' Jaegerbombs. Phil "J-Wow" Carmen is calling up all of your bosses, and he's gonna get you Monday off from work, so come tie one on, get a room, and get lucky with your own personal SNOOKI: HAMVEGAS baby! History's End is a family oriented, principals driven, values based, faith centered group of musical fuckups. It's truly not our calling to offend people with our lewd, lecivious behavior, our ill tempered words, our reprehensible consumption of alcohol and Rich's occasional vurping. I honestly believe that this is all circumstantial, and that the aim of the band is merely to get paid. Somewhere between setting up, and tearing down, something goes terribly awry. The tattoo-quote on Phil Reiner's left testical says "According to those flat bellied experts, I shoulda taken a dirt nap 20 years ago...I think God Forgot about me". I wept when I got to that passage, it reminded me of my old 5 speed bike. It was a huffy... purple glossy banana seat, it was ugly as sin...but for brief fleeting moments, it gave a 12 yr old indiana boy freedom from the turmoil and suffering from constant beatings. My father beat me regularly, I don't know that I ever had the courage to tell anyone in person, not even my sister. But now, I feel that I can share this with you the random asshat who is still reading this squabble. My father beat me regularly, he beat me at cards, he beat me at chess, he beat me at monopoly. If it wasn't for hungry hungry hippo's, I don't know if I'd have a shred of self confidence today. No one beat me at hungry hungry hippos... I was the blue hippo. (what I did was stick my bubble gum under the mouth of the green, yellow and red hippos... not enough to totally block them, but enough to make a difference)... there I've come clean. If Jesse or Eddie are reading this, I suppose I owe you both a few baseball cards and the evil kinevil action figure (i forgot which one of you lost that to me in the hungry hippos scandal). I'll be happy to get you some free shots at a gig if you ever find out about this. I remember the very first "evil" thing I did...it was 2nd grade at Webster elementary in Gary...yep...Gary. I shared "teachers pet" with two other students, one girl, one boy and me. I guess I grew jealous of the other boy, so I took a piece of our specially lined writing paper, and I wrote "sit on it ANN!" (Ann Sabocik was our teacher did anyone else have her? other than Mr. Sabocik?), and then to make it look like Joe (the other student) was not only mean spirited, but also stupid, on the other side of the paper, I put Joe's name (as if he wrote sit on it on the back of an assignment he signed). I hid this piece of paper between two books that were in the back of the class. Low and behold, about three days later, Mrs. Sabocik found the paper, asked him if he wrote that, (he said no), then she said "how stupid do you think I am...here's your name on the other side). I remember after he "got caught" how bad I felt for him. I wonder how that incident altered his life... did he go on to mistrust all authority figures...and turned to a life of crime? or did it have an opposite effect on him? If anyone knows of a Joe something or other, who went to Webster, had Mrs. Sabocik (as a teacer), and is currently about 40/41 years old... please let him know I owe him a shot too.... unless he's like rediculously successful...then I want a piece of the action for toughening him up for the real world. Is anyone really still reading this? If you are, come up to Chris the keyboard player (that's me) and give him a five dollar bill. If you haven't read this far, then come up to Chris (the keyboard player) and give him a five dollar bill. If it's ladies night, I'll do my breast to get your second boob of equal or lesser value in for free. Thanks again for your undivided attention, and see you at the show. HAMVEGAS!!! This Friday February the 19th: Come hit the Jackpot haha psyche...(do people still say that "psyche".... how about "face!!!", or "BURN!"... shit..I must be old... I think all those sayings have been replaced by "Oh Snap!") HoneyCombs Big...yeah yeah yeah, It's not small.. no no no.... ok seriously... go away, it's creepy that you are even still reading this. I mean... what are you looking for, some great secret insight to the band? We're a pretty simple bunch... money, booze, and bitches (see the diatribe about 7 minutes prior). Well, tune in again next week when I sit down at the computer after drinking 3 cans of redbull and 4 ounces of nyquil. My mother and your mother were washing clothes, My mother socked your mother right in the nose, what color was the blood? GodBless each and everyone of you--hope you all get laid. CTK BOO

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