Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Sign Of The (Rhythm) Devil

“Thoughts on my Ass!”

Hey, Billy. Signing guitars?

“Nah. Drawing dicks on ’em.”

Why?

“I draw dicks on stuff. It’s, like, my thing. Drew one on New Brent’s back the other day.”

His name is Jeff Chimenti.

“Fucker cried. I guess I drew too hard or something. Whatever. Fuck him and his hair.”

Those guitars are for charity, right?

“I got no idea what they do with ’em. Don’t give a shit, either. I get a hundred apiece. Cash.”

You’re charging for this?

“Shit, yeah. I charge for everything now. Remember when I worked out with Bobby?”

Yeah.

“Made him Venmo me $700.”

You’ve become mercenary with age, Billy.

“Nah, I was like this when I was a kid.”

True.

1 Comment

  1. Back in the day, our crew was filling out envelopes for New Year’s mail order and we started drawing dicks on one – but camouflaged like trees, chimneys or street signs. Made it a game for the good people at GDTS – “Find The Member.”

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