Just when you thought the economy was having a great time, chatting everyone up and buying rounds for strangers, it starts to stumble and vomit all over it’s own shoes.
Just when you thought the economy was having a great time, chatting everyone up and buying rounds for strangers, it starts to stumble and vomit all over it’s own shoes. We rehash the drama like begrudging friends who had to sling it’s drunk ass over our shoulders and haul it out of the bar. Then we have a talk with a much more suave Big Daddy Kane, ask Wheelbite 21 questions, and have a shared moment with Denali. Drawing Blood brings the extra-epidermal work of tattoo artists to Ghostprint Gallery, and the Squirrelly Girls put the outdoors in the gallery for Squirrel-O-Rama. Pulp Tones gets a little lonely this time around, effectively begging the question: Do we listen to pop music because we’re miserable, or are we miserable because we listen to pop music? Chris Bopst discusses fornicating nuns, and we’re still trying to figure out what the hell Scientology actually is.
Read it. Not now, but right now.


