It was a dark and stormy night. Actually no, it was a summer morning, the hottest summer England had ever seen...

now calling himself the self-proclaimed leader of kissmyassrecords. I don’t know if he will ever recover from discovering that kissmyassrecords actually exists. Relentless CD dealer, devoted to Greg Dulli, usually drunk on Guinness or who knows what else, passionate about unknown bands.

he doesn’t talk much, and when he does he spouts a bunch of nonsense, or at least he claims to do so. loudly demands the keys to the city of Antwerp, of course wanting them handed over by the mayor during a solemn ceremony.

be careful... bites

p.s.: notoriously sour mop. whatever that means.

time is the hardest thing to kill

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