"In some cardboard box under the accumulated crap in my one bedroom apartment I have a black and white photograph of Hashbrown taken from the stage. Even now I can picture the eight by ten image without even looking at it—Hashbrown’s naked torso caterwauling out over a crowd of frenzied upturned hands and faces, his sweat-soaked jeans pasted to his scrawny legs, the telltale patterns of his Vans sharp as the skids on a waffle iron. The picture was taken at that show back in Virginia Beach where we opened for those one-hit-wonder jag offs who fucked with our levels. Probably one of the last decent gigs we ever played together as a band, about five or six months before Donnie found out about his mother’s tumors and not too long before I got anxious about my future, sold my guitars, and joined the Navy...." -
And it all goes down hill from there. Came out today, so happy Halloween. Good folk in this effort. Pulp cheap for the e-reader. Get some.