Sure, I play in a popular band now, but who knows what will happen tomorrow? I could get cancer and never tour again.

By the time Absolute Fucking Asshole came home for lunch, the house was empty, and we were gone.

Go to the mall, see humans doing human things and feel completely separated from normal life.

This seems like a good time to mention that Travis absolutely fucking hated flying.

Even the most levelheaded person would be hard-pressed to disagree that the world was conspiring to have us all killed.

My mom even came and brought a friend. She came to a lot of the early shows. Most mothers might not know what to make of their son playing punk rock in a dilapidated basement, but like I said, my mom always supported me.

reading letters my grandfather wrote home from World War II to his girlfriend (my future grandmother).

Actually, I doubt they’d care, but still. Eat it, jerks.

color copies were a luxury back then, the height of technology.