Ian Curtis died 30 years ago
sharing a warm uncomfortable futon with someone for nights in a row. many crazy nights and silent days. i feel like i don’t know how to talk very well anymore.
i love the art museums, i wish i could afford to see them
mixes in waiting until i finish some for people
potential tape based record label in the works.
IF YOU HAVE SEEN THIS BIKE CONTACT ME ASAP 😦 😦
LAST SEEN ON 32ND AND WEST, OAKLAND CA