Don't nobody front; this here's my
Libran brotha. (Though I WAS born a
whole three hours before him.) Not only
do we share the same peg on the big
wheel of fortune, we've shared about
one billion fuckkked-up adventures.
Nitrous balloons at the drive-in? Yup.
Turnin' 360's in a Buick down icy
backroads in December? You got it.
Wrecking motorcycles? White Russian-
inspired fights in Canadian bars? Dark
forays into paranoia with a double dose
of ex-girlfriends, a pack of newborn
puppies, and a religious breakdown at
three in the morning? Done, done and
done. And now we live in the same city
again. Lock up your Roman Candles,
Portland...
Libran brotha. (Though I WAS born a
whole three hours before him.) Not only
do we share the same peg on the big
wheel of fortune, we've shared about
one billion fuckkked-up adventures.
Nitrous balloons at the drive-in? Yup.
Turnin' 360's in a Buick down icy
backroads in December? You got it.
Wrecking motorcycles? White Russian-
inspired fights in Canadian bars? Dark
forays into paranoia with a double dose
of ex-girlfriends, a pack of newborn
puppies, and a religious breakdown at
three in the morning? Done, done and
done. And now we live in the same city
again. Lock up your Roman Candles,
Portland...