Tagged: seapunk

Nightingale

Drink is quite the muse. It always will be.

Until it’s seen in the cafes of Brooklyn, Neukölln, or East London, it isn’t a real thing.

I was a seapunk in 2001, long before seapunk was invented.

I look forward to seeing Russell Brand at the barricades. Hopefully, he’ll give his personal driver the day off so that s/he might join in the revolutionary festivities. I’ll never forgive him for what he did to Katy Perry.

Idiot television interviewers should be shunned like ebola.