The Best Leather You will ever know

Marc Arsenault

This has been a day. Quite a day. I’m freaking sunburned from being out at the Great Black Swamp Olde-Time Strongman Picnic all day in Bowling Green, Ohio. I’m in Cleveland now. The Indians just tanked and the streets are a sea of diverted traffic… mostly from the fleeing fans but also from the many closed-off blocks of downtown–due to filming for Spiderman 3. Was wandering down Euclid earlier–no idea at all what was going on–I thought a bomb had gone off or something–parts of cars everywhere, crushed vehicles, posters from 15-year-old shows at Irving Plaza (Violent Femmes, Neubauten, X, and… These Arms are Snakes?!) Right after that chaos, wander by a hotel that has a stream of oddly leather clad folks wandering into the streets… I’m in complete Mad Max territory here… Sign in the lobby “The Best Leather You’ll Ever Have” or something like that… WTF? Trying to find a reasonable place to eat, totally had wandered the wrong way, away from the warehouse district. Eventually turn around and wind up there. First thing I see and Hear is the torrent of someone pissing from the second floor of a parking garage. Evenually end up at a crazy bar and grill that makes these sandwiches with stacks of fries in them… Quite a day. More later… laster… maybe…

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