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A Thursday night at the Gaso and for some reason there's sport on the screen. I'm considering that for some time now our whole culture has been moving as toward a catastrophe, with a tortured tension that is growing from decade to decade: restlessly, violently, headlong, like a river that wants to reach the end. . . . <br/ <br/ With that in mind I thought I best order a drink to numb the pain of the days tortures and find some modicum of hope at the bottom of my glass. The barkeeps here are always gentlemen and women of the highest order, it's a shame they are chained to a rock that's spinning in an endless vacuum.<br/ <br/ They say your soul leaves your body as you die and that alcohol is like chicken soup for the soul.<br/ <br/ If I had a soul I would want it to leave my body, full of alcohol and escape through the retractable roof at The Gasometer.<br/ <br/ What a glorious place.<br/ <br/ facebook dot com /theurbannihilist