I'm not quite sure where to start. I don't remember being born, so I'm not even sure it happened. There's even dispute as to where I was born. Some say it was Buffalo, others claim it was Boston. I've spent most of my years suffering in the Queen City, although my best memories are taken from Bean Town. Boston heart, Buffalo blood is what I'm made of.
Seeking to escape the cold and darkness, I moved to Southern California, just outside of San Diego. Had I known I was moving into the one redneck town of all California, I would have planned my escape better. But things have worked out. I have a fun job (the pay sucks ass), but I've made some great friends who have given me that oh-so elusive second chance.
For the most part I use myspace to post my drunken rants. Usually, I just talk a bunch of shit. All I want is to get a reaction out of people, but I don't even get that. Lazy asses.
But if you ever want to strike up a conversation regarding music, I'm always open to debate. I'll fight to the last breath for my bands.
Labor On!!!
