After a fairly standard night at a Downriver drinkery somehow turned into an alcohol-fueled poetry slam, using faded Keno tickets and fossilized golf pencils as a means to record our feelings (don’t laugh, that shit was INSPIRED), I figured the only logical next step was to start my blog thusly:

 

Always yelling, go!

Could this be a new career?

Don’t quit your day job

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