With the Knitting Factory nearby, known for its gothic adolescent clientele and punk rock head-bangers in leather and sky-high mohawks, it’s unsurprising to see PR for a local L.A. band on the sidewalk, the source most likely, an enthusiastic fan (or the band itself – since what teen dressed in head-to-toe black doesn’t look conspicuous? Or maybe that’s just concert gear…). Devotees of the Factory are seemingly the least averse to the destruction or ruin of property, seeing as how they routinely spend hours before any Knitting show getting lit, drinking beer and peeing their way through every corner of the third level of the underground parking garage. Anyway…
This weekend, I ran into this:
Which most likely has to do with this:
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 
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