I left portland on Halloween morning, arriving in NYC that night. I spent a week there, surrounded, on all sides.I went to Cavestomp, a psychedelic/garage weekender. Turning on during The Creation was a religious experience, and seeing The Kaisers for the first time was well worth the price of the ticket. All together I was left with a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to NYC. To be very concise, i'ts a big fucking strip mall. New York is history, I want to be somewhere history its being made, not coddled.
On to Bisbee, a small border town on our side set in the most stunning desert in the USA. I let the mosquitoes eat my blood, so that when I left I would have bruises to remember the summer by. The summer, slapping my face and calling me a slut for moving on to fall, how sweet.
On to Bisbee, a small border town on our side set in the most stunning desert in the USA. I let the mosquitoes eat my blood, so that when I left I would have bruises to remember the summer by. The summer, slapping my face and calling me a slut for moving on to fall, how sweet.
*probably not a lie I told my friends in kindergarten