Oh yeah! THAT’S why I don’t drink whiskey any more… duh! Saw the Mass last night… fucking incredible. There was also some band right before them… all girls, all ironic. They’re sure to have an SF Weekly cover story any minute now. Left before the Fucking Champs or Amps or ch4mp5 or whatever they fucking call themselves these days. I was a bit to hipstered out, sorry. My friend Eric is rad. He helps me with art, he listens to my drunken ramblings, and he’s down to go bike riding to bars, houses, and clubs whose location we don’t know because I killed the battery in my truck. Cheers!