June 2013
32 posts
I’m only telling you this because you didn’t know him. Shit, I barely knew what he had been going through the last few years. Maybe we couldn’t be called friends but at the very least we were buddies.
Rest In Peace, Matt.
On a plane
And I haven’t eaten yet today. Damnnnn.
SOON
I will have access to my friends at home, family, genuine Southern California style Mexican food, Pizzeria Luigi, camping in Idyllwild, maybe disneyland(?), driving my little truck, Punch at Che Cafe, and no fucking work for two weeks. I’m pretty happy right now.
“Buyers in the 90s baseball card boom convinced themselves they were sitting on cardboard gold. New goal: convince young buyers of vinyl that the value of their purchases comes out of speakers, not out of auction sites. ”
—NUMERO GROUP SPEAKS ON IT (via bronxcheer)
Play
mostly
im into my identity as an endless summer beach punk, and would like to keep it. hawaii and california are the only places i want to live, ever maybe!!!!!!!
this. backed 100%.
well i’d like to live in germany for a bit too but yes.
