Category: Tales of Madness!

This was the kind of thing that the cops could not help but notice.

One thing people think when they think of punk houses is that they kind of think it’s a loose collective of people with similar morals, but a lot of times, they’re just scumbags of convenience. 

This was a fun, silly thing that we did for awhile.

Everybody get down.

We spent a lot of time figuring out ways to steal cigarettes from the Homeland grocery store and listening to The Chronic.

He wasn’t seriously hurt, but he *was* scratched to shit.

I’m a connoisseur of mad tales, as I am, personally, a Million Miler Frequent Flyer on the Idiot Express. I want to hear yours.