Better Days to you; whether May weather may turn murky like Chevron bird feathers or June's moons burn like peaccok plumes caught in carcinogenic arson rooms.
haha i definitely won't post the titty pic. people will have to pay for that one. thanks for always making it a good time. hope to see you soon too! booyah.
My manager saw me drinking backstage and he said "Mitch, don't use liquor as a crutch." I can't use liquor as a crutch, because a crutch helps me walk. Liquor severely fucks up the way I walk. It ain't like a crutch, it's like a step I didn't see.
