Member Since: 26 Jul 2011
September 10, 1990
harbinger of the alcoholocaust.
I was born, or grown, or harvested, in a house, or car, or clamshell; near a forest, or mountain, or beach. Where I was raised or I wasn’t, until I learned the words yes and no, or fuck off and go home, or please and thank you kindly.
I write, or drink,