Blue Lug Bartender Bag

Look: everything is nostalgia.  As much as we want to move forward, we are stuck looking back.  Glitching, like that CD that lived on the floor of my minivan when I was in high school.  Magnavox six disc changer boom box on the floor behind the drivers seat.  Grey carpet stained with chain oil and orange soda.  No back seats.  Why did the parents of my friends allow me to pick up kids and take them to school when there were no back seats?  I picked up Lydia and Willie and his sister, Jen and Nichols and sometimes his sister, Nick (ye of the Van Halen obsession), Konrad and Slava.  It was a 7 passenger minivan with only two seats.  All of the band stickers you could shake a stick at, when bands still made stickers.   Look: we played bad music thru cheap guitars, smashed mirrors glued to tin foil, a distortion box implanted in the body, because we thought Lou Reed had a built in distortion box.  No. He just murdered his amp.  We covered the basement in huge rolls of industrial tinfoil.