I'm kinda a pain in the ass. I talk way too much shit, stay out way too late, and drink too much. I also have the nasty habit of making friends wait for hours on end at record stores. I moved from Los Angeles to Chicago 'cause I needed new people to piss off. Somehow, I failed in that department. I just so happened to have meet some really talented and smart folks who, are pretty damn cool. Hmmm, maybe they're just providing me a false sense of security and when I pass out they'll draw on my face?