WHO KNEW SoCo WASN’T BOURBON?! I SURE AS HELL DIDN’T WHEN I BOUGHT IT IN MARYLAND THINKING I WAS GETTING SOME GOOD BOURBON FOR CHEAP! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL MANLY DRINKING A DAMN LIQUEUR?! Asses. This shit tastes like candy. And I don’t want to drink candy on the rocks. I’d get a damn slurpee if I wanted CANDY ON THE FUCKING ROCKS. I want it to burn! I want that “suave bite of oak” as August Kleinzahler says in “Red Sauce, Whiskey and Snow: A Still Life on Two Moving Panels.” PISS!#@!@#$!##@!

In other news folks, i’m laying down some geetar this weekend for the next record. Get pumped. It’ll be the most fun/depressing baby-making pop-punk since Enema of the State.

Pissed with love,

Graham

P.S. He just gotta gimme that look when he gimme that look then the panties comin’ off off