KFC, Cocoa Butter and Sweat..

My blue bomber pickup truck found itsway to the Kittens lot.

Inside I paid my $11 entry and ordered me a cold pop. Sat down. About 15 of Seattle's finest were in this sunny hot day.

I love the fresh smell of nature. The slick combo of cig smoke, weed, sweat and baby powder. Mmmmmmmm. Gets me going every time.

On stage was a beauty o what is likely the Rainier Valley. A Skinny babe with a few gangsta tats and dreadlocks. On the side stage was the Daughter of the Pillsbury Dough Boy. A blonde that went at least 250 lbs.