The Vines Need Branch Out
Colby, Laurin, Katester, and I trucked it up to Cincy last night to catch a Vines show at Bogarts. They were one of those "throw your guitar into the drums" kind of bands...lots of screaming and contorted faces. I wasn't so much into that. I needed a hurt boy to sit on a bar stool and play some sad songs to tap into my veins.
I just wanted to say that I'd love to be in England right now. Just away from here. Alone. I'm so ready.
But first...finals.
It was five years ago that Mike Carneal shot up HHS. I remember it as clear as day. How sad.