Holy fuck thats nick rockey!

It all came together. the east coat connect. longdog 2.5. nick showed up via boat likely, and two bands from middle America. Even though they were really good, we were pretty good. I think Doug old man spazzed and kicked the a guitar case but bovines been whipeing my tabs. Everyone played well and we got bought poorly rolled joint from a place that looked like they got robbed alot.

So now its Kurt, and I kinda remember tonight being sick as fuck, that is before all of our dreams were switfly stripped away. Long story. Don’t ask. It involves Daryl and a basement…iykyk. Long story long, we managed not to completely ruin all our street cred on the east coast, nors’t in thy club of the sexy beef. Hive five us. *slaps own hand while typing about slapping one’s own hand*. Cool friends doing cool shit together is top notch in my opinion.

“I really wish I remembered which ones I ate pasta for. ” – Ingrid Weinhold