I sleep on couches and vagabond and creep. I slam to techno and shit in plastic bags on train tops. I hammer gamy jams on my banjo with a Billy Childish complexity of notes and I quit smoking cigarettes so I could force Billy Childish style lyrics out of my throat. I do everything myself except pay bills; I like to watch my credit score drop like it’s a good game of golf. Golf is too slow.

Also, I watch the ocean, take photos of clouds and make beer laced fruit fly traps. I do as many things as my body allows in twenty-fours, recuperate and try again tomorrow. I learn everything I can and read anything at hand and that is Punk. That is me and this place is for my art.


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