Slaㄎk Tiㄉe + 二手車 + 吸血鬼看電視 + 羅西是魔人

Ximen Ding on a Saturday night, I along with the hordes of teenagers, surge from the MRT station and into the square. I'm drawn to a teenage girl, busking on the street corner, banging the fuck out of a full drum kit, to a backing tape of Avril Lavigne. That's not what I came for. I head to the 6th floor of a non-descript building, to the small room that is APA 808 for another great night of live music and good times.