What a strange time that was. Perry said that I looked like Jon Lovitz as the Liar, and he yelled on stage “FUCK THE READER, FUCK CONRAD HEINEY, AND FUCK CARY DARLING AND BAM MAGAZINE!” and later Cary and I met and went to lunch to toast our success at pissing Perry off. Still really glad his feces package didn’t make it. Still don’t like his stuff, although “Had a Dad” is a pretty fuckin’ tight song. Wasn’t surprised later that he got his band on heroin to keep them around.