The Drummer

I met Richie Wurst that first night at Edmund’s. Right away when we got there, Brian introduced me to this wild eyed, 18 year old rocker. He had a strawberry mullet and a blue and green tie dyed t shirt.   He was a jester, a jokester. he had a big giant smile and a… Continue reading The Drummer


I hadn’t told my parents that i quit the marching band. I had just quit the wrestling team a few weeks earlier and had to listen to a long lecture about seeing things through from my dad, who quit school in the middle of the 10th grade. What the fuck should he care if I… Continue reading Busted