Spring Break '006, show me them sweet nips

Yeah...so my spring break has not been nearly that exciting. But it has been a welcome break. I've been taking care of business; getting shit done but at a much more leisurely pace. The other night I had the esteemed pleasure of hanging out at what will be forever remembered as "The Band Room," despite the fact that no band has played/practiced in this space in four years. For those of you that are unfamiliar with this magical place, let me give you the skinny: it's a little shack next to a shack of a house in the backwoods between Griffin and Jackson. I'm still trying to figure out how it has electricity. you know how the countryside can either be blissfully serene or horrifically uncomfortable? This is definitely the latter of the two. I swear leatherface and the cheek fuckers from deliverance have a compound out there somewhere. Nothing but scary whitefolks with too many firearms our there. In addition to having band practice out there, we would party out there for a number of reasons, all of which are listed in no particular order: there are few places that a 17 year old with fucked up hair, tight jeans, piercings, and a studded belt can enjoy his 40 of malt liquor in Griffin, Ga; the crazy whitefolks don't give a shit if you act a fool and break shit, even if they did, the closest house is a quarter mile away; my friend's parents (the ones that own the magical band room and the accompanying house) are small time drug dealers and full-time drug addicts, so as long as our cars didn't prevent their delivery boys pickup truck from providing the day's goods we were fine; all of our instruments were there(getting smashed and playing music is always good times); we could fuck shit up to our hearts content (which is a requirement for a drunken punk rock party). I once witnessed a grown-ass man fly fist first through the wall of the band room. Who needs a fancy night club or bar when you have two dollar 40's and the "Band Room"?