Total Noise #1


Total Noise
Released 1982
Total Noise Records

1. Blitz – Voice of a Generation
2. The Business – Loud, Proud, ‘N’ Punk
3. The Gonads – TNT
4. Dead Generation – Francine

After I bought the Punk and Disorderly album, I was on a BIG Blitz kick, I went and bought the All Out Attack EP (their first release), then their Never Surrender 45, the first Carry On Oi compilation on Secret Records, and finally this Total Noise 7 inch EP.

This EP was/is a perfect introduction to Oi, a lot of the later compilations kind of bogged you down with so many bands, that it was hard to determine, what you like and who you don’t like. This is a nice and neat four song EP. It’s funny, now, thirty years later we’re only talking about Blitz, and the Business.

If you get the chance, give this one a listen, it’s a good album, hell, go out and buy it (if you can find it). It’s a great snapshot of a great time in music.

Rating: ** * two out of three stars

On to the story . . .

Many times in life, whether you’re listening to music or watching a movie, or maybe a TV show, you get crazy, unexpected flashbacks of people you were with when you first listened to a certain song or watched a certain show or movie.

As I was going through my old flyers and old drawings, I came across an old flyer for a band I started in 1981, U.S. Against Them. I wrote songs (lyrics) designed a logo, came up with a name, and had a friend sketch a flyer; I finished it and inked it in.

U.S. Against Them, in reality, was more of a concept of a band, I would contact somebody to play guitar, they’d come by, we’d write the music, somebody would get ticked off because they would say I stole their guitarist, goofy stuff. Things went on like this for six months. Finally, I tossed the whole thing. Threw out songs, dumped everything. A year later I started Cold War.

Seeing the U.S. Against Them flyer brought back a lot of good and bad memories. When you are still in school, the so-called playing field is still level. Everyone is at the same starting point, after High School is when things start to change, some people go to college, some join the work force, some become junkies, and others, like my friend would wait until a great opportunity comes knocking loudly on his door, and then, when given the chance, f’s it up. My friend (he will remain nameless, for the sake of his family, friends, and children) was a tremendously talented artist, but was lazy. He ended using drugs, became an alcoholic and doing a chunk of time for his involvement with a minor. I haven’t seen or heard from him since sometime in early 1995. I don’t know the circumstances of his incarceration; all I know is wherever he goes, he has to register with the local authorities. As kids, my brother and I had a few friends that had incredible, incredible artistic talent, some pursued it, and did very well, and others because of whatever personal baggage they carried with them, destroyed their lives, and careers.

So, looking at this flyer, I smile, remembering how at 15 I thought I was going to be able to put together the greatest punk band in the world (hey, I was 15), and quickly lose the smile when I remember the promise life held for my friend.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015:

Splntr & Sewage: West Coast/East Coast Split


Splntr & Sewage: West Coast/East Coast Split
Released May 29, 2015
PP Promo Records

1. Splntr – Wonder Why 2:20
2. Sewage – Punk Religion 1:20
3. Splintr – Grind 2:25
4. Sewage – Florida 3:38
5. Splntr – Drive 1:32
6. Sewage – Crusties 1:25
7. Splntr – One Two, One Two 3:06
8. Sewage – Hi Def 2:52

Splntr, from Fullerton, CA, has a beast of a rhythm section. Their drums and bass chug through each song like a derailed freight train. The vocalist has a style that reminds me a bit of Jello Biafra of The Dead Kennedys. Not so much the sound of his voice, but in the rapid-fire delivery. My favorite cut from this split is One Two, One Two.

One of the first things I noticed about Sewage, from New York, is they have some top notch guitar work. Definite old-school punk rocks feel, with an occasional metal riff thrown in for good measure. I could definitely picture these guys playing little clubs in the 80’s. My favorite cut of theirs from the EP is Hi-Def; it’s tight with a great sing-along Oi feel to it.

If you get the chance, give this one a listen, it’s a good album, hell, go out and buy it. It’s a great snapshot of the current music scene.

Rating: *** two out of three stars

On to the story . . .

Back in 1995 I found out my live-in girlfriend was seeing/carrying-on with two different guys. So, I packed as much as I could into a black hefty bag, paged a friend and left. But not before I kissed my one-year-old daughter on the forehead as she slept in her crib.

The old friend pulled into my driveway, I walked out. Normally, I would’ve left in my own car, but just weeks earlier the engine on my ride died, it cracked, croaked and everything else. I sold it for scraps.

As I walked out the door my, now, ex yells, “If you walk out now, you can never come back.” I nodded and said, I knew. As I closed the door, I heard rumblings of “Punk ass white boy.”

I knew I needed transportation, a job and something to keep me busy – quick.

A friend that I had lost touch with, about eight years earlier tracked me down and got a job at Kinko’s. She was dating the manager there and said I could grab any shift I wanted. I chose the night shifts. The later the better. Night time is when I missed my daughter the most. Once I had some money the manager started letting me take the Kinko’s van home on weekends, making it easier for me to take my daughter on weekends.

After about six months I was promoted to assistant manager in the computer department, and then moved across town to another Kinko’s. I spent the next couple of months trying to move up and out to a different location. Eventually, I became a sort of cleanup manger. When different Kinko’s would terminate a computer department, I would be sent in to overhaul and streamline everything. Once that was done, I’d leave. Eventually, I was hired full time at the Pasadena location.

I’ve always loved Pasadena; it’s like Downtown L.A. without being quite as filthy. And 90% less homeless people peeing in alleys.

When I first got to Pasadena the computer staff did not like me. I had already earned the reputation as the “cleanup” guy, and no one likes things being changed.

Over time everything fell into place. Everything became familiar fast. For example, there was a Hispanic homeless man that sat on a bench a half a block down and everyday we’d have the same conversation as if we were both stuck in the movie Groundhog Day:

“Con permiso, you have matches?”

“No, I don’t have any matches.”

“You have cigarettes?”

“No, I don’t have a cigarette.”

“You have marijuana?”

At this point I wouldn’t need to answer, because he would be laughing so hard he’d be rolling off the bench.

I would see the marijuana man daily, but one of my favorite people would be opera man. Once a week this little mentally challenged man, who wore glasses and was about five feet five, would walk into Kinko’s, stand in the middle of the lobby and bust into the loudest, booming opera you have ever heard. He would scare the shit out of some people, while others would ask me, “What station are you playing?” Then after a couple of minutes he would turn and walk out the door.

Then one of the coolest oddballs was this black lady (who was also mentally challenged) that came to the store about once a month. She would walk in and wave over each and every Kinko’s employee and hand them one or two blue cans of some kind of Spam-like canned meat.

She was quick about this. I’d be in my office and she would come up behind me and drop two cans on my desk and bolt out of there. Not a word was spoken. The one time I was able to make eye-contact with her, she just smiled and rushed away.

Something about all the chaos kept the customers on their toes. If an employee was starting to get chewed out and Opera-Man popped up the customer would be completely out of sorts and have to restart the thought process. It was kind of cool.

After a year of working in Pasadena I was transferred to Glendale and then over to Monrovia. Finally, I decided I didn’t want to hear the sound of copy machines anymore and I left to work for a design studio that was contracted with Universal Pictures.

I still think about Pasadena all the time.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015:

Billy Idol – The Very Best of Billy Idol: Idolize Yourself


Billy Idol
The Very Best of Billy Idol: Idolize Yourself
Released 2008
Capitol Records

Billy Idol – Vocals
Steve Stevens – lead guitar, keyboards (1981–1986, 2001–present)
Stephen McGrath – bass guitar, backing vocals (2001–present)
Billy Morrison – rhythm guitar, backing vocals (2010–present)
Erik Eldenius – drums, percussion (2012–present)
Paul Trudeau – keyboards (2014–present)

1. Dancing with Myself (EP Version by Generation X, 2001 Digital Remaster)
2. Hot in the City (2001 Digital Remaster)
3. White Wedding (Part 1, 2001 Digital Remaster)
4. Rebel Yell (1999 Digital Remaster)
5. Eyes without a Face (1999 Digital Remaster)
6. Flesh for Fantasy (1999 Digital Remaster)
7. Catch My Fall (2001 Digital Remaster)
8. To Be a Lover (2001 Digital Remaster)
9. Don’t Need a Gun” (Single Edit, 2001 Digital Remaster)
10. Sweet Sixteen” (2001 Digital Remaster)
11. Mony Mony” (2001 Digital Remaster)
12. Cradle of Love” (2001 Digital Remaster)
13. L.A. Woman” (Single Edit, 2001 Digital Remaster)
14. Shock to the System” (2001 Digital Remaster)
15. Speed (Album Version)
16. World Comin’ Down
17. John Wayne
18. New Future Weapon

The Very Best of Billy Idol: Idolize yourself is a greatest hits compilation album, spanning the recording career of British vocalist Billy Idol. It was released in the U. S. on June 24, 2008. It features 16 of Billy Idol’s past hits, as well as two new tracks, John Wayne and New Future Weapon. An additional new track, Fractured, is available exclusively through download retailers. A CD/DVD set which includes 13 Billy Idol music videos was also released.

The album has been certified platinum by the RIAA.

Rating: *** three out of three stars

On to the story . . .

Back in 1993, my buddy Ed and I went through a phase where we drank close to half of the Zima manufactured that year. Why, you ask? I have no damn idea.

It started small, we’d go to a party and bring a six-pack because it was “something new.” Then we’d down four or five before playing on our company softball team. Yeah, it definitely limited my ability to play ball. I’d be in the outfield watching the grass grow and my teammates would be screaming at me to pick up the ball at my feet.

I think it all came to a head one night when Ed called me and told me to come on down to On The Rox, the bar above the Roxy. He tells me, on the phone, “Hey, I’m down here drinking with Sharise Neil, Vince Neil’s wife. I tell him I got some girl that lives in my building coming over, Ed says, “Bring her, the more the merrier.”

So, from Canoga Park to the Roxy took me about twenty minutes or so. I think I took Coldwater Canyon all the way up and over to Sunset. Hunted for some parking and went to the door and the lady that was standing there, with a clipboard, said that Ed had put me on the list and was waiting for us.

We walk up the staircase and just to the right is Ed, holding court. He sees me and yells, “What’s up, Big Mike. What’s happenin’ playa?” We shake hands and/or hug, whatever guys did back in the nineties.

So, me and my female companion hop up onto a bar stool and get situated at our small, round black table.

Ed motions for the waitress, he whispers something in her ear and three minutes later she brings back a tray with ten Zimas. What happened next was either an act of bravado or some kind of wannabe baller shit. I waved the waitress over did the same whisper and she walked away for about four minutes, then came back with a tray of twelve Zimas. I paid the waitress and tipped her. She walked away.

Now Ed and I are looking at the table smiling. The girl I was with was looking a bit overwhelmed.

All three of us grabbed a bottle and I made a toast, “Here’s to drinking,” and raised my bottle to Sharise and her rock star wife girlfriends.

The girl I was with looked tossed after three bottles, but tried to keep up with the other rocker chicks. She finished five bottles, I believe, Ed and I finished the other seventeen.

At 1:30 we cleared out of On The Rox and headed to the Denny’s on Sunset. I had to help my companion to and from the club to the car and from the car to the Denny’s.

Once in the Denny’s she excused herself to “freshen up.” Ten minutes later our waitress comes to the table and says, “Um sir, your lady friend is laid out on the floor in the woman’s bathroom.” I was stumped, I say, “Is she alive?” She says, “I don’t know for certain, but I believe so.” I say, “So, do I go in the bathroom?” She says, “No, you can’t go in there.” She says, “I’ll try to wake her.”

A second later sleeping beauty comes staggering to the table, I ask her if she wants to go home, she says, “No,” and falls asleep in the booth.

Ed and I finished our late-night/early-morning breakfast and scooped up the girl. Ed headed towards Culver City and I headed back to the Valley. I kept the windows open and the music loud. Asked my companion if she wanted to return home, she kept saying no.

Got to my place, tucked her in, I hit the couch, two reasons, first I don’t mess with drunk women and second if she pukes – it won’t be on me.

I don’t think it was a conscious decision to stop, but I don’t recall Ed and I ever drinking Zima after that. Shit, for all I know we graduated to tequila.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015:

Billy Idol – Greatest Hits


Billy Idol
Greatest Hits
Released 2001
Capitol Records

Billy Idol – Vocals
Steve Stevens – lead guitar, keyboards (1981–1986, 2001–present)
Stephen McGrath – bass guitar, backing vocals (2001–present)
Billy Morrison – rhythm guitar, backing vocals (2010–present)
Erik Eldenius – drums, percussion (2012–present)
Paul Trudeau – keyboards (2014–present)

1. Dancing With Myself
2. Mony Mony
3. Hot in the City
4. White Wedding
5. Rebel Yell
6. Eyes Without a Face
7. Flesh for Fantasy
8. Catch My Fall
9. To Be a Lover
10. Don’t Need a Gun (Single Edit)
11. Sweet Sixteen
12. Cradle of Love
13. L.A. Woman” (Single Edit)
14. Shock to the System
15. Rebel Yell (Live and acoustic)
16. Don’t You (Forget About Me)

Greatest Hits is a compilation of Billy Idol’s most popular singles, released by Capitol Records in 2001. The album includes two additional tracks: a live recording of one of his most popular songs, “Rebel Yell” (this live version was recorded in 1993 and appeared as a b-side for the single “Speed” in 1994), plus a new version of Idol’s longtime producer Keith Forsey’s “Don’t You (Forget About Me)”. Although Forsey originally wrote the song with Idol in mind, Idol turned it down and eventually the song was given to Simple Minds who would go on to make it a worldwide hit in 1985. Greatest Hits was certified platinum by the RIAA in 2005.

Rating: *** three out of three stars

On to the story . . .

Back in 1989, I was working with a girl named Jennifer. Jennifer and I had a thing for stand-up comedy. Sometimes, the raunchier the better.

One day Jennifer came into work and said that she had a friend that waitressed at The Comedy Store on Sunset Boulevard, and Andrew Dice Clay was in town filming The Adventures of Ford Fairlane. And every night after filming he popped up at the Comedy Store and did as much stand-up as he wanted. Some nights, fifteen minutes, other nights two hours. So, Jennifer suggested we go Saturday night in the off chance he would show up.

We watched about five to ten comics, guys like Barry Diamond, who you recognize, but might not know by name. Right about the time I was ready to pack it in, Dice came walking in and they ushered him to the stage.

He ended up doing, between, an hour to an hour and a half of comedy. Leaving about two packs of cigarettes stamped out on the stage. He didn’t rely much on his regular Mother Goose stuff. It was mainly improv. He did a Don Rickles kind of thing and went around the crowd and shredded them.

First, he ragged on two older women in the front row, asking if they “put out.” They stood up and left.

Some blonde guy sitting four seats over from me was laughing hysterically. Dice walked over to him, put his face an inch from his and imitated the way he laughed, in a sort of spastic way, “Geee gee gee.” The guy’s face dropped. Instead of laughing, he looked embarrassed.

Next, he walked over to me, and I’m half hoping he goes easy and the other half wants to hear something funny. So, he started, “Hey, buddy, having a good time?”


“Good, that’s good. This your girlfriend? Or are you just banging?

“No, just a friend.”

“Oh, just a friend. No banging.” Then he addresses Jennifer.

“You know, I like this guy. You know why?”


“Because this guy doesn’t care if he gets laid or not. If the chick doesn’t put out, he’ll chase them up the driveway jerkin’ off. Gee gee gee. A man after my own heart.”

I laughed. Probably the best anyone had insulted me up to that point.

Later that night when I dropped Jennifer off, she turned and said, “Don’t chase me up the driveway.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015:

Dying Scene – REVIEW


Dying Scene, a stupid name, and a piece of shit website.

How do I know? Well, let me break this down. Back on April 29, 2010, Dying Scene posted an ad for a Punk News, and Review Editor.

Now, those of you who know me know I have a tendency to bite off more than I can chew. I don’t have time to be a Punk News, and Review Editor. Between family, job, writing my Mike Check column, and fighting crime under the cover of darkness – I’m busy. But I dig being involved with anything punk related. Be it writing about it, listening to it, and socializing with fellow punks from the old days.

So, like a bonehead I emailed them, and asked for details. The ad made it seem like the position was in New York, so I checked on that. A guy named Dave (he writes on the site as Johnny X), wrote me back, giving me his phone number, and had this to say:

“Hey Mike, I dig your column. Being in LA is not a problem – I run the site and I’m in LA. Give me a call when you get a chance and I can fill you in a bit more on our site and what we’re looking for. I’m around all weekend.

Talk soon.

Dying Scene

So far, so good, right? I write him back, and tell him, it’s going to be a few days before I can call him, and I’ve been running ragged with my Son. He writes back and says:

“No worries, Mike. Give me a call whenever you get a chance. Dave”

Cool. I finally touch base with him, we talk for a few, and I explain my background, what I’ve written.

Then he explains that the position pays nothing, but demands at least four hours a day. I’m bummed, there’s no way I can do this. I leave the house everyday at 6:30 am (5:30 every other Wednesday), and return at 6:00 pm, and try to get in time with my family, I can’t tack on another four hours. So, I apologize, and tell him this, he says no problem, suggests I write some reviews, and then, maybe, we can create a column similar to what I write at Strange Reaction.

Again, it seems cool. Again, those of you who know me know that I don’t write the typical Robert Hilburn review. All my punk music is memories, it’s linked to where I was, who I was around when I listened to a certain band or album. Misfits Walk Among Us, I obtained it through a trade with a guy named Al for a denim jacket. It was engineered by Chris D. of the Flesh Eaters, who I hung out with at the Valley West in Tarzana in 1981 (or was it 1982?) You see, anyone can listen to the album, and make their own judgment, but for me . . . each album goes way beyond the music. The albums are a part of the fabric of my life. So, good review, bad review – it’s irrelevant. It’s like saying “your life sucks.” How do you gauge that?

So that I wouldn’t bog myself down, I decided to write a few reviews, and hold off on trying to create a new column. I was given a few instructions, first anything I review – be prepared to give any, and all albums you review four or five stars. I ask why (as I have slagged many, many albums in the past), Dave says if we don’t have anything nice to say, we don’t review it. OK . . . I guess. And secondly, make sure the band is already mentioned on the site, and has a bio. The second thing isn’t a huge problem. My taste in bands isn’t horribly obscure.

So, I get down to writing. I write a brief review on one of my favorite bands, Everybody Out. They have a very brief and very outdated bio on the site, at least they’re mentioned, and I give the album five stars. Everything’s in order. I email the review to Dave/Johnny X. I hear nothing for a couple of weeks. I get an email saying that I need to set-up an account with Dying Scene, and then upload my reviews; it will be proofed, and then posted. Fine, I type in all my information, and another week goes by, no account confirmation, no password. I email Dave again. He says he will get one of the techs on it. Finally, I get the article up. On May 14, 2010, the review is simultaneously on their site, and their Facebook page. Not much in the way of comments, but that’s OK.

So, I get to work on the second article I wrote about the Dear Landlords album Dream Homes. May 20, 2010, the review is posted, on their website, and their Facebook page. I reviewed it like I do all my reviews, who referred it me, if it was good driving music, etc. So, at the bottom of the review I mention I dig working out to it, that’s it. Dave or Johnny X leaves an anonymous comment on the article, saying something about being glad that I work out, and I’m “jacked,” but I should actually “review” the album. I wrote the Administrator on their Facebook page, and asked if it was possible for someone to leave an anonymous comment, he replied that no, it’s not possible, only someone who works there, and that has admin access can do it.

So, I replied back to “anonymous” to read the whole review, and stop being a douche. He replied back that it is my job to entice him, and make want to purchase the album.

Here’s where I get annoyed. In this day, and age, I don’t need reviews. A friend tells me he likes a group, I can stream their stuff on the band’s website, their My Space page, on You Tube, and then if I chose to be a cheap-ass download it free off of dozens of blog sites (but not this one). So, what I’m saying is: what’s a review going to do? Who gives a shit about a review unless it matches your own opinion?

So, I logged onto their admin, and marked Johnny’s email as spam, and his comments were gone. I wrote Dave, and asked him why his “staff” was writing ignorant (no offense to those that are truly ignorant) shit on my review. He said: “It’s nobody working for DS, it’s just regular users and they talk a lot of shit – you should see the comments on the Against Me! review. Pay them no mind.”


So, I figure the colostomy bag just needed to vent. I let it go, and then wrote a review on Cobra Skulls American Rubicon album. If you notice, I’m doing reviews of very nice, calm, non-hardcore stuff. I was trying to stay within the boundaries of their “obtainable” music. May 25, 2010, the review is posted, on their website, and their Facebook page. It received four comments, and four “thumbs-up.” Not bad.

So, with all the hassle getting the articles posted, the “staff’s” comments, I figured I weathered the worst, and I go on writing. So, I wrote another review of a band called Whatever, they are out of Ohio, and record for, the previously interviewed, Dr. Strange Records. I wrote this article on May 26, 2010. But I notice that neither Whatever or Dr. Strange Records are listed on the site, so I write Dave: “There was a band that I was looking to write about called Whatever, they are on Dr. Strange Records. But I don’t see a listing for Whatever or Dr. Strange. Can I still submit?”

He writes me back: “Yeah, Mike. Go ahead and submit it and I’ll create profiles for both. Don’t check any boxes or anything else on the Edit Post page. Just save as a draft and I’ll take care of the rest. Give me a call later tonight and we can go over some admin stuff.”

Sounds good right?

June 1, 2010, come around and my review never pops up, so I write Johnny X again: “My review of Whatever is still in the queue.”

I get a, somewhat, vague and/or distant reply: “Thanks, Mike. I see it in there, just holding off on publishing it until a slower news day.”

Me being stupid here take him at his word, and figure it will pop up soon, so I start writing again. On Wednesday, June 2, 2010, I write a glowing review of Rancid’s Out Come The Wolves. I combine every bit of trivia I know about these guys, and give a real honest review. I mail it to Dave/Johnny: “I just uploaded a review on an old Rancid album.” Mind you, the Whatever review has yet to be posted.

Dave sends me a weird response: “Hey Mike, I haven’t forgotten about your reviews, but after some feedback from users and other editors I’d like to see more analysis about the music and tracks vs. the story behind how you found the album and where it was recorded, etc. I think your stories are entertaining, but from what I’m hearing from our readers they want a more in depth break down of what they can expect to hear compared to other albums, bands, sounds, etc. Hope that makes sense. If it’s not your bag to get that in depth, no worries. Thanks, dude. Dave”

As I have displayed, there were no negative comments, other than the anonymous guy whose comments were almost verbatim Dave’s email.

In my original review I write this: “The cover art is a tribute to Minor Threat; they originally used the image of Alex MacKaye (Ian’s Brother) with his head on his knees on the steps on their self-titled EP.” So, both of my articles are now sitting on their server. imagine my surprise when I see this posted:

So, again I write Dave: “A bit surprised to read this, especially after reading the little article yesterday that plucked all the Rancid trivia from my review.

No worries.”

On June 5, 2010, He writes back: “It was a great trivia fact. Hope you don’t mind that it was used. I definitely appreciate your contributions so far, whether we use them or not. Would you be interested in writing some of our trivia posts vs. the reviews? Like I said, I’m still open to publishing your reviews if you want to take the time to dig a little more into the musical comparisons/descriptions. If writing, trivia posts seems like it would be more fun for you I would gladly publish those for you as well. Let me know. Thanks, Dave “

I stewed over it for a bit, and then I logged onto their admin, and removed my articles. Then on July 7, 2010, I left this comment on their site in regards to their new trivia-based Rancid article: “Kind of a shame that you’d gut somebody’s article, and just steal the trivia. The TMZ of punk rock . . .”

Under his Johnny X identity Dave writes: “Hey Mike, sorry we didn’t publish your Rancid review, but you have to write more than “It’s a great album to work out too.” An album review should go a little bit deeper into what makes the album good or bad. How it sounds compared to the band’s earlier releases or compared to other bands where influences are drawn from. You did throw in the tidbit about the cover art being a tribute to Minor Threat, which was cool, and I’ll give you full credit for the inspiration to this fun factoid post. However, again, I must emphasize that for us to publish an album review you actually have to talk about the music. I’m sorry you are so offended by us not publishing your review submission, but as I mentioned in my email to you, if in depth album review writing is not your thing, we would gladly publish shorter trivia type posts for you.”

This cracks me up. Dave had previously denied writing the anonymous comments, but now is back to quoting the “working-out” shit. If you can’t trust a “punk,” who can you trust?

So, later that same day I add another comment: “Never said I was offended. Just a cheesy move pick the bones of the review, and then not credit me.

You knew my writing style, I have a year’s worth of stuff on Strange Reaction (, so you knew what to expect. I don’t do the type of Us Weekly puff pieces produced here.”

Petty? Maybe, but I got to tag Strange Reaction. In gang-slang I threw up my neighborhood.

I haven’t heard from Dave or Johnny X since. Joke ‘em if they can’t take a fuck.



Born Frustrated is coming, Summer 2015:

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