this whimsical wonder is sitting behind the new coffee shop on fry street that i drunk applied for a job last week. i'm not sure if it's a hookah, furnace, or a lamp.



yeah, i'd say that i'm a pretty suite eff. haha. get it? whatever. you don't get it.



remember these guys?

from the cold war missile base? pretty awesome. lizards and skulls.

for life.



so mnax mailed me an unknown card/letter/package last week... i vaguely recall receiving a text message from him asking my current address. and i even more vaguely may or may not remember returning the text...

but i apparently did...

but that didn't stop him from sending my unknown card/letter/package to my brooklake address rather than the current...

guess i won't be getting that one...

nah, i'm scheming up a break-in.



and welcome back to town Consider the Source!



this is actually Little Big Horn, with Gabe the double-necker from CtS... but all is well. amazing show by both bands.





is it bballa in here, or is it just me?