Do not open until Christmas 1999
A poem about misfits
From the archives:
December 25, 1998.
The Edge Cliff
929 Queen Anne Avenue North
Seattle, WA.
(Transcription)
So This is Christmas. Xmas 98
It rained, then it snowed,
The buds in the hookah pipe glowed.
Carlos and I were on the verge of a fight,
Because we saw there wasn’t more Bud Light.
I wanted one and he wanted two,
So I got ready and put on a shoe.
I looked out the window and what did I see?
It’s raining hard. Oh my god, I got to go pee!
Bacardi and Coke will have to do,
I don’t want to get wet and neither would you.
“Get me a two finger coke”, Carlos said,
“I need to be well rounded, inside my fat head.”
Rudolph, Frosty and Jack!
It’s Christmas, Jesus’s birthday and that’s a fact.
Merry Christmas to all. Let us not fight!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
