Ugh. I’m fucking sick… on May 8th, how is that possible? This ridiculous. I swear to God if the sunshine came out whatever rotten virus caught in my throat would be immediately forced into the depths of my bowels. RRRgrgh.

In other news that’ll make you want to shit, legendary CBGB’s has turned into a punk-styled high-fashion boutique, complete with $200.00 vintage t-shirts. This is such a sad fucking joke.

I consider myself anything but fashion-forward, but know in the bottom of my heart that if you shop at this store you are a worthless scum-sucking tool. I’d like to cough my sickness all over your face. If I were in New York right now I’d go in there and hock my disease infected phlegm into the jacket sleeves and shoes then piss all over the bathroom floor. SHAME ON YOU JOHN VARVATOS! You deserve nothing more than to be super-glued naked to the vomit-soaked floor in the middle of a 1981 Bad Brains mosh pit.

Pour out a little from the 40’oz to commemorate the continued rape and mutilation of classic punk rock’s carcass.

There you go. The fever remains, but I feel a little better. Venting helps.