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bob the r0bot wrote:Just go buy some messed up plates at the thrift store and break 'em in a parking lot somewhere

bob the r0bot wrote:Just go buy some messed up plates at the thrift store and break 'em in a parking lot somewhere

BitchPudding wrote:For once in my life, I've been too busy with band stuff to internet. Seems like we're getting some local traction with our scene which is dope.

How has everyone been?

wfs1234 wrote:

bob the r0bot wrote:Just go buy some messed up plates at the thrift store and break 'em in a parking lot somewhere

I think you just planned my afternoon.

ShaunNecro wrote:

BitchPudding wrote:For once in my life, I've been too busy with band stuff to internet. Seems like we're getting some local traction with our scene which is dope.

How has everyone been?

I remember when we were planning your 21st birthday... They grow up so fast...


I'm good though, thanks for asking!

If ever there was a place to glimpse the American male ego in all its apparent contradictions—its bluster, its fragility, its aggression, its desperate need for acceptance—that place is the Guitar Center in Commack, New York.

Not that I’ve ever been to the retailer’s premier Long Island location. But I’ve shopped at enough Guitar Centers, and visited Long Island enough times, to know that a special alchemy and symbiosis must exist between the two locales. Guitar Center attracts small and furious men, who, despite all the indignity life has shown them, truly believe they will someday be rock stars; Long Island, as lovely as it is—and it is truly lovely—will never shake the Flatiron-sized chip it carries on its shoulder about living in the hazy corona of its shimmering neighbor to the west