Bombs Away
The foamy Anti-Crew. Wooo. What’s up with this coming-into-work-the-day-after-our-nation’s-birthday business? I could have easily put in a full day’s work yesterday then celebrated at night and slept all day today. Instead, my patriotic ass is hungover, perhaps still a bit drunk, from blowing shit up and drinking stuff down until 4 in the morning. Last night’s local music highlight: watching…
