(Taken by Nick Moore)
Hiding in a dingy basement from a party upstairs. Hiding from reckless half-shave blue-dyed haircuts, gigantic plugs, and dumb tattoos. Hiding from the awful dub-step and unintelligent 16 year old townies. Hiding from the smells of cat piss, mold, and decay. Ben Franklin never foresaw this shit.
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