06 Oct 09
Frank said it was all cool and I shouldn't worry about a thing. The club
was packed, as it is always the case with gigs in Kastanienallee during
weekends, and the crowd provided some sort of fictitious privacy for
when Fab placed the small envelope on the table, right in the
middle of the half empty bottles of Burgerbrau Bock. Miss Kitten
pounded deliciously on the speaker close to us. Charles, John, Brad,
and the Rocco twins kept shouting "go, go, go".
It all made sense time later when I went to visit Pilatus in the
Frankfurt hotel.
