I’m on treasure island. The treasure is radioactive waste.

First full, open-mouth, kiss while performing.

I got mad indie cred now.

I got mad indie cred now.

It’s always darkest right before the lights go out completely.

-My father.

Pop music is the soundtrack of money.

Going to play a drag show at the Stud! Come over! Now.

Double or Nothing.  I’m going to show up at different companies. “Do you want the most raging party in the Bay?”

Going back to the business basics.  It’s time for emails.

Headlining at 25th and Telegraph. 8:25 pm.