Remember When….

Remember Zines? I miss them. I used to have one way back when, back when we used to care, back when there was a sense of community. I know I’m stuck in this nostalgia mode; bear with me 30 is a big number. Three decades of kicking ass and forgetting names. And, there have been a lot of forgotten names. A lot of lost nights tripping face on acid, or ‘shrooms, or smoked out my mind on some killer Hydro. Whiskey River took my mind. Continue reading Remember When….

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