Holler holler holler,
Man, if there is anything that I love more than Hot Cheetohs and Cold Beers, it is the amazing crowd that comes to our shows and gets down with they bad selves. I usually don't agree on anything with Sweet Pete (color of the drapes, flavor of glaze to put on the halibut, theme music to play while riding on our vespas), but I do agree that ya'll who come to rock out with us, are god damn amazing. While after most attempts at staring at women, talking to women, hiding behind bushes to peek at women, and singing to women, I end up with either a black eye, or handcuffs, i usually always end up with a... broken heart. Thanks to you crazy mofos at the Redline, I only had a black eye and handcuffs (the fluffy pink kind) and no broken heart! Shucks you guys, lets go out for a bite...? No? Too Soon? We're not in that type of relationship yet? We'll work on it. I'd like to give a special shout out to the Borogoves and Legal Lies for holding it down, all of their fans for hanging around, and especially to Weston and his awesome buddy who bought me a tequila shot whilst on stage! ARRIBA!!!
Currently digging Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears
Currently remembering an awesome show by Papa Grows Funk
Currently reading Ender's Game again
Currently playing Mike Tyson's Punch Out circa early 1990s
Currently drinking Steel Reserve LIKE A PLAYA DO!
much love,
Teacher Jason
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAD!
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