How an unchallenged suburban kid from WNY who grew up loving Star Trek, joined the University of Arizona marching band and enjoys ice hockey, blackjack, documentaries, non-fiction sections in bookstores, musicals, Harry Potter, discussing the philosophical contexts of Lost, the Hollywood Bowl and misses the Fairfax Farmers Market karaoke, has found that he belongs in Los Angeles.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Sign of the apocalypse
They're crumbelieveable. What the Fuck, EMF? I know y'all were one-hit wonders, but come on?
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