Every single thing about this makes me want nothing at all to do with this show.
The vomit inducing color, the fact it's at a bar called 'Coconut Teazser', the 8th grade notebook cross drawing, the band's stupid names, the phone number it tells me to call for some reason, the fonts and how the writing all kind of slants down toward the corner...I actually feel ill looking at this flyer.
Even if I did want to go, there's no time or fucking address. I guess you call them and ask.
