the usual
spraining ankles at shows after drinking half a bottle of whiskey with OLD friends from highschool who now live in the squat-house around the block who have beautiful perfect girlfriends who dont have phones and riding my bike alot and not caring if my bike is shitty while everyone else is intent on being gearhead number 1. that wasnt much of a sentance. still dont have internet at home, still not minding. almost done with the dakota slim cd, recording bad b52 covers and realizing you dont know the lyrics to the song at all, or know how to play guitar at all, posting "missed connections" hipster dj friends and crust punk kids