genrecide

tonight we followed up on a old ritual for a little summertime nostalgia... got tanked, and at the stroke midnight.. pulled in front of tha gov. mansion and blared some dwarves. Singing our heart out to every word.... it made me feel like kevin arnold or some shit.. looking back on the past and wanting to go back. Fuck writing to political big-wigs.. wake them up at midnight! with some dwarves or something that makes you happy..... the summer is going to be over soon make it your best.

3 facts.
had a nightlight till i was 14.
get anxiety attacks from huey lewis.
have a rat tail ( bad jokes sometimes turn serious, mullets are soo 1999)