Saw this on a wall in Prenzlaur Berg. The neighborhood had that Park Slope feel. After walking around here and Freidrichstein, I went with some friends to see Teengirl Fantasy at a place around a place behind some other place in a venue that looked like Brooklyn. Like Death By Audio or 285 Kent. Not to be a dick or anything, but one thing I really miss about New York is the smoking ban indoors. Just for the record, even in my heyday of undergraduate Camel lights, I have never ever ever ever ever liked smoking indoors. I left that brick-hole with my fucking SOUL reeking of cigarettes, with a pounding headache and at one point had to step outside for a lil (totally UNrelated to gin) puke. Sexy. May or may not have gotten cabon monoxide poisoning. Send charcoal.