Tuesday, July 20, 2010

To me death is not a fearful thing. It's living that's treacherous.

Cults (and new expansion) held their very first L.A. performance at the 6th St Warehouse last Sunday. "Go Outside" was the perfect remedy for my agoraphobic relapse, since I usually end up going to McDonald's or somewhere else instead. The comely venue didn't hurt my feelings either because of the sex, drugs, and rock n' roll artwork. I learned a great lesson at the end of the night because not only do all bald men and beanie men look alike, but long-haired friends do, too! No.

P.S. I haven't posted in the longest, but the first photo is from Breakfest.

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