Reporting From Glendale, California.
Remember that time I wanted to start an Asian bluegrass band that played nothing but Green Day covers? I’m keeping that dream alive.
Remember that day Jerry Garcia died? If you were anywhere in San Francisco, you could smell pot in the air. Seriously. It just sort of wafted through the city’s atmosphere. Pungent. Like a crack whore down at the bowery.
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