had some for the first time in like 15 years, that shit hits. And not that trash yoo-hoo, chocolate piss water. Local dairy brand in the 16oz bottle at the gas station chocolate milk. On the choco milk train in 24 like we used to do it.
It’s a Monday night in NJ Hardcore. The half pizza place-half flower shop becomes a discrete concert venue for transgender chronically online teenagers. It’s 80 degrees inside, and 76 outside. That same street, a solo skramz act from Japan, comes out and screams over a vocaloid. You feel young for the first time in months.
