Out of the many many bands performing this year, there is not one that has raised an eyebrow of interest, not even Duran Duran. I am here for the money. I am not here to join in on the shoelace headband, skinny jean brigade that is about to invade the "safety zone" in my head. Maybe I'm just a bitter old man now, or maybe I just have my own sense of style and don't really get into the whole follow the hipster thing. This summer I will be in Europe performing on stages just like the ones I am building, so that gives me a glimmer of hope to carry on with this muscle straining life I have created for myself. The crew I work with is rad, just a bunch of dirty, assbusting, ballbusting, scumbags, with shitty tattoos just like myself. They make the long, hot days rather entertaining. Danny calls it "scumbag summer camp."
I love my life and have absolutely no regrets, except for maybe not putting a condom on with a girl or 20.
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