Attack Mode

Ants. Uncles. Anniversaries.

On wax, for a few bucks. Memories. Drunken mistakes. Oh fucking well.

Catalytic Conversion

Seabass. Boilermakers. Petey. Big Gulps. I.O.U's. Those are as good as money. Tea and strumpets. Samsonite. Don't you go dying on me! Gas man. Worm farms. It feels like you're running at an incredible rate. He got off scot-free? No- they caught up to him a mile up the road and slit his throat. It was a good one. Those your skis? Both of em? Traded the van for it. Straight up. Been doing a little bit of boozing, have ya? We landed on the moon! Rhode Island Slut. Your hands are freezing! Got a little nippy going through the pass, huh? Just go, man. Oh...that's warm. Well come on, Cinderella, we gotta get you ready for the ball! Tell her I'm smart, and funny, and that I have a rapist's wit. Well who meets for a date at a bar at 10:30 in the morning? I just figured she was a raging alcoholic. One in a million. So you're telling me there's a chance! Sounds like a dare, Harry. It's a double-dare. That's a nice set of hooters you got there. I beg your pardon? You know, the owls. Man, this party really died.

In a Nutshell...

1. Hold a job.

2. Figure out a way to be happy.

3. Find someone to share that happiness with.

And, and...that's pretty much it. We'll all get there. Matt and Sarah got there last weekend. Congratulations, you two.

Shit I'm Hyped On.

Exquisite Destroyers. All of You.  

My Block.

My Duffle.

Top Ten Sets

1. Refused

2. The Sword

3. Converge

4. The Spits

5. Impalers

6. Municipal Waste

7. Seaweed

8. FIDLAR

9. Nicky da B

10. Torche

Honorable mention to Kvelertak, Bun B and OFF!

Dopest Non-Music Moments

- Shaking Oliver Peck's hand. Texas legend.

- Wrasslin' with Mark. People's fucking elbow.

- Free hot dogs and chips at what we thought was a shitty bar. Wrong bar, right day.

- The Spits' guitarist sound-checking during another band's set. Rude. Radical.

- Mark got a "MOM" tattoo. Por vida.

- Staring at Mike Vallely from afar. Intimidation.

- Tasting the new Lonestar Bock. Hints of fucking hazelnut, and it comes in a bigger bottle.