Today I polyeurathaned walls again and listened to shitty 'alternative' music on a modernesque Target metro blaster that was thankfully yanked away by its West Coast Chopper t-shirt wearning owner not a moment too soon. I scraped the tops of my fingers off and poly coated my hands. Rats, I hate being poor. My band plays in Chicago in two weeks, and in Detroit June 1st. Woo. 